is not something I can define.
My home is not a physical place of
inhabitance.
When I walk home from school,
the house I live in does not give me
a sense of comfort
The closer I get to its door, the faster my brain
works to think of the next time I can it even
for an hour
That will not feel like home and I live with it
People have said home is where your heart is
and yet my heart has found nothing
It's homeless.
Just hopping around from one place to another
as if it were a couch surfing person in-between jobs
It aches sometimes.
I want to find a home
My heart wants to feel it can love
I want to feel like I can breath again
We both want to know the feeling of the sound of settling
But for now, my heart and I are at the curb,
observing others rush to their adobes whether they are physical
or metaphorical both of us holding up signs with the word "home"
in question marks.