homelessness

they often say "home is where the heart is"

and never had I questioned my heart, "where are you"

she never felt far, but she was never here

home felt like love to her

but she hadn't even known the feeling of love, so what was she searching for?

what was in the view of you when it came to knowing comfort?

who had you become because you didn't know the feeling of you.

left a home by request because i was on a quest

i wanted to create a life of meaningful expression

i desired a life that was lavish like cabbage

i saw a vision that the condition had changed, so i switched lanes

i found a new cage.

life had taken my innocent understanding,

left to pick up the pieces, i am the peace

home was an acceptance I was seeking

home was a feeling i forgot about

home wasn't my friend.

in the space now, I am the cosmo

but there's still no fairy dust to replace my must

the must to be successful

the must to be fulfilled

the must to be satisfied

the must to believe, had become a truth and dare

the truth was home felt like person I needed

i dared to challenge or acknowledge the emptiness I felt

until, it got so cold and dark that shelter was needed

she reached out,

many ignored; others weren't given the chance

she set her provisions so high, the only one to grant was the Most High, but yet she still cried

a home she still would flee,

but it was because the world wouldn't let her be.

she is me!