Some say
home
is where the heart is
where you belong
that home
is where you feel at peace
a place
a body
a feeling
Some
have no home
have had home
torn from them
as a hurricane ripped through their hearts
a landslide crushed their dreams
a plague of politics raped their culture
Home
less.
But how can we be homeless
on an earth with so much home to give?
home to make
create
never too late...
That's our fate.
And because spoken word is edgy but this sounds so loudly spoken in my head... I recorded myself reading it! (Ah vulnerable!) It was a fun process.
I would love to hear any responses from you, whoever you may be! If this touched you or moved you in some way, please comment.