Everywhere I go, I see you You have that ability; Where when the pressure or heat you face increases You just mould
By Ira H3 years ago in Poets
“What do I call home?” A question, Making me float in space. Detached from my being, my possession. --- I think about the roots that ground me
Home is where the heart is But, The people around me, My body, The space around me Is not something I can call mine.