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When I found my home

By Katherine GrantPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
“I am my home”

I heard your voice before I saw your face, and I knew that I was home

The night sky in your eyes, the rolling thunder of your words

I knew I would wait to come home

Treading the darkened streets at the brink of dawn for a chance to hear your song

Every single night I would come home

My ear to your chest, slumbered by the rhythm of your heart

In your arms, by your soul, I was home

Your eyes on me as I bare my flesh, the hands I trust reaching deep for a place you call home

Then the fury of that voice, covering my ears, tortured streams cooling the heat of my face

I had to runaway from home

Inside my chest was a bottomless black pit

What happened to my home?

The walls are caving in, it’s too dark to see and I can’t find my way home

Hands shaking, I can’t breathe and I am about to lose my home

It was silent there though in the fog of the garden when I turned to the pale face of the moon

I was never home

I am my home

love poems

About the Creator

Katherine Grant

A poet & novelist from the Bronx. Also possibly a werewolf.

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