Over the years, I’ve written some poems in times of distress, joy, pain, and maybe contemplation. Here is one of them, in a time of pain and shouting into the void of being an ocean apart from the person that inspired this poem.
home
always in the back of my mind i’m asking “what’s home?”
i struggle because the answers always felt off
home could be four walls
home is where the heart is
so how am i supposed to answer that
when i used to be so sure in thinking
home is you
home is your love
your arms, your words, your mind
when now home is
thousands of miles away
more than simply the physical distance
more than a heartbeat away
that it got lost in translation
of intention and actions and words
and now all i’m doing is
being homesick for
a home that i burned
with the fire of my scorching desire
and heart that never knew how to settle
i’m sorry, home, maybe not now.
