I’m in a body that I don’t own,
I want the body to feel like home,
But I don’t even know what home it is,
Everything I think my home is,
It’s leaves,
Gets destroyed,
Withers,
Wilts,
Doesn’t give warmth like a summer’s top in the winter.
Desperate I create painful designs hoping,
Wishing,
Pleading,
That my soul will seep through and find a home.
A home where it’s wanted,
Loved,
Accepted.