One day I will have a home

With a roof that shelters me

One day I will have a home

With a pantry that satiates my needs

One day my home will clothe me in modesty

One day I will have a home

That isn't swayed by the frothy seas.



One day I will have a home

That celebrates my uniqueness

A home that shelters me

From the prongs of society

Poking into my very essence

One day I will have a home

Where the promise of deliverance lingers

Beyond a Sunday afternoon worship.



One day my home

Will not ****** up my peace of mind

Because it will be a part of it

One day my home will welcome me with wide arms

One day I will have a home that wraps me in a hug

When I am broken to the point of no return

A home that will celebrate my joy

One day I will have a home.

One day I will have a home

With a bed that rests my wearied bones

Without questioning my weariness

Without pointing fingers at my uselessness.

A home where the skies will not scortch

The dried tears of the past

Fountains will spring

When one day I have a home.

(c) Anavah 2019