Home is where my heart is

I’m tired of hearing platitudes like “find your people” and I’ll admit that I’m guilty of saying them too.

They make you feel good in times where you’re questioning your truth. But for once, I want to hear that it’s great to be alone.

That I’ll be okay if I venture out into the unknown.

That I don’t need anyone holding my hand.

That I’ve sat out long enough and it’s time to take a stand.

Maybe I don’t have “people”, but I still have me.

We forget how important that is, you see.

I cannot remember the last time I was the navigator of my own life,

I all but disappeared in my role as a wife.

This time of solitude is more precious than gold.

To do: whatever I want without being told.

Some days that consists of dressing up, to the T.

Throwing on red lipstick and flaunting personality.

And others all it means is I don’t have to remind myself to breathe.

No longer holding my breath anticipating tricks up his sleeve.

I prayed for the days I was liberated and free.

That the only critical voice in my head would be coming from me.

I worshipped so many others, easily: so why is it this hard to love myself?

And when there is no village, who do they expect you to ask for help?

Someone once said I was made from the fires meant to see me dead. Another promised I was stronger than the voices in my head.

Whether words bounce like rubber or stick like glue,

I hope at least this stays with you:

It is great to be alone.

Start with being your own friend.

Do all the things you love, solo, make it a trend.

Yes, you can go far all on your own.

You can be solid, whole and strong.

Identifying as home 🏠 #theangrypoet