I went home yesterday.
And I learned there's no
Home
Left to come home to.
There is no space for who I was.
Sometimes a person's leaving allows for new life to grow.
I don't trust this new home either. I can feel the mold under a new coat of paint.
But perhaps I am jealous.
Because my parents have each other.
My siblings have parents.
And I don't have Any Body.
As a child I was better at spousing, mothering and daughtering.
Today I am lost.
Journeying perhaps.
Becoming.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
I went home yesterday.
And I learned there's no
Home
Left to come home to.
There is no space for who I was.
Sometimes a person's leaving allows for new life to grow.
I don't trust this new home either. I can feel the mold under a new coat of paint.
But perhaps I am jealous.
Because my parents have each other.
My siblings have parents.
And I don't have Any Body.
As a child I was better at spousing, mothering and daughtering.
Today I am lost.
Journeying perhaps.
Becoming.