It's been years
And still
A speck of hope
Remains
The yearn has not worn off yet
Or it is that I can not assimilate
The fact that home
Is long gone
The people that once were
Are no more
I barely realised
How their faces were forgotten
I can not recall
What home feels like
But the longing
Lingers
I can not define
What home once felt like
But I would know
I would
Perhaps I would've felt suffocated
If I held onto a place
I outgrew
I think of all possibilities
To make sense of this mess
There is nothing
For me to look back at
I recall
Running into flames
To retain my belongings
That caught on fire
The rage fed itself
Grew so huge
That everything I touched
Would burn away
I embraced the sea
That engulfed my home
That dimmed the fire in me
Not willing to let go
To belong, is home
To feel safe, is home
To go back to, is home
To freely fall apart in, is home
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