HOMEbody

What home means to me. Hmmm, it hits me like a reverie.

H is for hello.

O is for oligarchy.

M is for mercy.

E is for epiphany.

My hello into the world I thought I knew everything. I had family and they revolved around their son. Safety and security were my home. A rare carefree childhood was my definition and perception of what home was and should be.

Then things changed and I became a teen. Suddenly the only importance was to be seen. My ideal home became one of acceptance governed by those I thought I knew as friends. I remained in this oligarchy identity far too long. Dancing in a home to notes of someone else's song.

Moving and discovering making homes where you are. Living and loving travelling near and far. Being woken back up to Hello by the loss of those you most intimately know. Does one have the power to grant their own mercy? Is your identity your home or is it all just hearsay?

Sleeping, dreaming, then waking up to loss, thoughts of things I could and should have done.

Missing those who raised you, your home's foundation undone. Judgement and guilt seem to say you can't go home, but the truth is you already are.

I AM therefore I AM has been my greatest conscious epiphany. My home is in the moment. There is no right or wrong, I've been home all along...