this body, right here
is home.
is it possible to recognize
something you've never known?
i keep searching;
lost and ambling –
for a place?
a house, a city, a street.
somewhere i can settle
to feel the wind and breathe.
but i've ran down all horizons,
and all i've found were clouded skies.
crowded pavements and cluttered bodies
that drowned even my loudest cries.
maybe a person, then.
with kind eyes and warm embraces,
whose scent i can name:
cinnamon, vanilla. love, joy.
still, i fear being seen,
and i've never wanted to be held.
down, the list of strangers,
down, the smoke clouding my nose.
but i know it's there.
it must be – it has to be.
the yearning in my chest
is much too heavy for fiction.
so i lie in bed and
talk to myself
until the light casts
shadows on gravel.
here, i say, my hand on my throat,
your home is your body,
the pounding of your heart,
the rush of your breath.
here, i whisper, fists trembling,
your home is your sadness,
the fall of tears
when no one is around.
here, i scream, arms spread open,
your home is you,
and all that you are,
and the happiness that you'll feel again.
here, here, here.
because for all of my searching,
i've never once tried
to look into myself
for shelter and warmth,
for kindness and peace.
my desertion has left ruins;
walls and floors crumbling.
but perhaps i can rebuild
now that i've stopped running.
and maybe the longing all along
was my heart beating:
this body,
right here,
this body,
is your home.
About the Creator
Dior Acuzar
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