No Such Thing as Home

I used to think home was a hidden place,

One I tried to find.

Along my search, I found someone,

They taught me instead that home was a face and an embrace.

My mistake?

I believed that.

On them, my love went to waste.

However,

From that a lesson I learned.

Home is not a hidden place.

Home is not an embrace or a face.

Home is a place we create.

What we’ve grown to call home,

Its definitions,

Four walls, a roof?

Or in my case?

An embrace,

Our lover’s face?

All these definitions we accept,

To help us cope with this world,

But what if instead, we chose our own definitions?

Rejected the traditional interpretations?

Home can be of our own creation.

It is a challenge. It takes dedication and ambition.

It was a challenge I accepted.

No longer lost, I have found my home.

My home is in a lab.

My home is my art studio,

My home is on a keyboard with just the right click,

My home is a sunbaked field, a twilight forest.

So long as those outdated definitions inhabited my mind,

Parasitic tourists,

They left my soul malnourished.

At the beginning of their absence,

My beliefs were shaken,

My definition of home was taken.

I began to wander,

I was a nomad,

I was lost.

Until I realized, actually…

I was never lost

I was set free.