​Home

Home is not just a place.

It’s a presence.

It’s where you feel safe, understood, and at peace—

where you can exist as yourself without fear, without judgment.

Home is where you go after a hard day,

when the world has taken too much from you

and all you want is to breathe.

But sometimes I ask myself—

will I ever have a home to come back to?

I ask that question on my hardest days.

I never had a home waiting for me after a hard day.

So now I wonder:

will I ever find one after a hard life?

Will there ever be a person,

or a place,

that chooses to be my home—

to hold me, understand me, protect me?

Or am I destined to wander,

carrying my heart in my hands,

homeless—for the rest of my life?