Home is Where I’d Stay
Shine a Light and Show Me the Way
I don’t think that “home” exists for me,
if I ever had one, why would I leave?
It’s not the pillow where I lay my head,
or the familiar linens on the bed.
If I had a home, if it could be real,
It’s a place where I’m not ashamed to feel.
Home is a place where I’m not afraid -
where I’m not punished for the choices I’ve made.
If it doesn’t exist, what is this longing?
Tugging at me heart, clawing, gnawing.
If I had a home, I think I’d stay.
Just shine a light snd show me the way.
About the Creator
Mimi Sonner
Just another liberal arts degree holder looking for career fulfillment in all the wrong places.
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