POEM: FINDING YOUR HOME
Where Do You Call Home, or Are You Still Searching?
Is home for you found in a memory, hope for the future, where you physically live, or with whom your heart is called?

Memories carry strings some tie knots and some bows from homes, you didn’t know well
Do you search as did I within your walls and out your door
Slides, polaroids, and audio cassettes recorded long felt connections that went by in a breath
I see myself in photos and remember what I thought grasping for today, quieting my negative voices
I found a room in my writer’s mind building my home, protective but welcoming inside
Many rooms aren’t needed levels delight your climb sun’s beauty flows in with rays in luminescent design
My winding staircase features untouched landscapes I’m still sketching, drafts to those without judgment
Support another’s search respect and adore their company invite and care honestly sharing a walkway
Leave your lighthouse on with the freedom to wander and offer to follow your Eternal beacon toward safe harbor
As you navigate towards a feeling your body knows is home may your journey be guided away from rocks of danger
Feeling home in who I am and where my adventurous journey travels
Blind-folded eyes but free hands, I grin and spray paint my hallway in close quarters
I have precious seats saved as your hostess I humbly pray to see you honored guests
My heart and mind threw out the rulers building a home with wrinkled hands and unleashed passion
The company you share is immensely more important than the place you keep or where you lie when you can’t even rest your head or heart. Thank you for reading.
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