subject: Home
Feeling my heart knocking on my ribcage,
sensing the sweeping steps of my hair dancing on the ballroom floor that I have for shoulders.
my aching feet may not have the path to the nearest corner store here memorized but they do know to go just one step at a time.
my awareness is shaking hands with my memory as my emotion and ration share a kiss and this is more empowering than following anyone\'s lead.
Tracing my skin, I mustn\'t let my fingers forget the distance between every scar, freckle, mole, and imperfection,
because each one of those is an \'X\' on the map,
the map that reminds me Home has fought and Home is surviving, Home is here and Home is alive, Home wouldn\'t give up even when I wanted it too, Home is deserving, Home means safety. Home means comfort and Home means love.
I am Home.