A poem for my 30th birthday. Hopefully soon I will write a full blog post exploring the theme of this poem.
April 12th, 2019
I often wondered if Home was a real place.
I spent 30 years trying to find it.
No matter where I was,
I never felt like I belonged,
so out of place
so restless and so, so lost.
I just wanted to find a place
to sink my roots into
and grow like crazy.
I begged the land to take me
I begged the people to accept me
I begged God to be my everything
and I begged heaven to somehow save me
But Home was with me all along,
I just never knew it.
I was walking around in it
(even if I was a foot off the ground).
How did I not see
the most visible parts of me?
How could I not feel
the most tangible parts of me?
This right here,
this flesh and blood and bones
this skin and hair…
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