When I think of Home
I think of what Salman Rushdie wrote
Is it not what we own?
All the thoughts and places
Memories across spaces
Faces and traces
Who are we?
Alone or lines in poems
Straggled together in
Fragments, held
Together by fragile
Clauses forever changing
Paces
Love and security with
Sneaky hints of maturity
Growth and questioning
Times worth mentioning
It makes us
And it breaks us
Without question we long for
Search for and
Crave, the stability
It once gave
Everything that could have been
Dreamt up, ripped away
With a subtle passing sound
And so, it is us,
The creator, the builder,
The maker of love
Happiness at our fingertips
Longing for bliss or
Whatever may come close to
It.
About the Creator
Dakota Love Dangler
Because it's easier to write my thoughts than speak them.
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Loved this poem I have been searching for home been moving and nowhere has been feeling like home but this poem is the answer: home is within me 💗