More Than a Home
Always wanting, never needing
I have wandered, lost
between brick and mortar,
each building a new realm
in which I was hidden, cocooned.
I have been safe, by definition,
kept warm, sheltered under rooftops,
fed from a selfless pantry,
never needing, yet wanting.
Yearning never fades, it strengthens,
craving, gnawing, festering,
a forever nomad,
living on the wish of a fairytale.
Undeserving, feasting on good will,
an empty soul forever famished,
deemed selfish by self-definition,
until fleeing turned to martyrdom.
You kept looking, found me
scavenging, afraid, carried me home,
never leaving watch, I couldn't stray,
a feral beast, you tried to domesticate.
But you wanted the same,
more than structure, more than needing,
two souls forever wanting, searching,
entwined by a desire to keep building.
I found my home in you,
in a fire slowly burning,
your passion was my kindling,
I will forever burn for you.
Two units, thriving independence,
dependent when days grew colder,
a support to maintain the journey,
a haven whenever weary.
I never wanted again, blissfully.