an explanation:
Because my home isn't contained within four walls
or a physical address.
I find home when I close my eyes
and get lost in a song.
I find home
in my mother's icing
my father's singing
a friend's hug.
I find home
within the words in a book
and a smile across the room.
I am undefined.
I am clueless.
I am hopeful.
And it took me awhile to realize that
where I belong
is in my own skin.
And I am constantly searching
not for a place
but for a moment that seems
somewhere like home.
