Home is Where I’d Stay

I don’t think that “home” exists for me,

if I ever had one, why would I leave?

It’s not the pillow where I lay my head,

or the familiar linens on the bed.

If I had a home, if it could be real,

It’s a place where I’m not ashamed to feel.

Home is a place where I’m not afraid -

where I’m not punished for the choices I’ve made.

If it doesn’t exist, what is this longing?

Tugging at me heart, clawing, gnawing.

If I had a home, I think I’d stay.

Just shine a light snd show me the way.