May 2021
I want to go home
started April 7th, 2020
I sit in a corner
a small child
and cry, saying:
I want to go home.
I have a lovely safe home
but I'm not sure
I always live here.
I want to go home.
What does 2020 or Atlanta mean?
Sometimes it feels like
they have no context.
I want to go home.
My first definition of home
was built of opposites:
comfort-pain
violate-nurture
shaping-shattering
love-hurt.
When everything
is tainted what is left?
What is the opposite
of everything? Nothing?
I want to go home.
I cry for a home
that was my everything
and that was also no home.
I want to go home.
I learn how to breath
over and over again
trying to recognize - redefine - repair.
I want to go home.
started April 7th, 2020
I sit in a corner
a small child
and cry, saying:
I want to go home.
I have a lovely safe home
but I'm not sure
I always live here.
I want to go home.
What does 2020 or Atlanta mean?
Sometimes it feels like
they have no context.
I want to go home.
My first definition of home
was built of opposites:
comfort-pain
violate-nurture
shaping-shattering
love-hurt.
When everything
is tainted what is left?
What is the opposite
of everything? Nothing?
I want to go home.
I cry for a home
that was my everything
and that was also no home.
I want to go home.
I learn how to breath
over and over again
trying to recognize - redefine - repair.
I want to go home.
I wrote when I was in my late 20s. I stopped for many years. It was this that got me writing again. It is pages and pages of journal entries and fragments of poems on the theme of home. This poem is pieces from those pages.
