HOME

I’ve always hoped for that,
To not think of a place when asked about home
But to wrap my arms around my fragile and important body
To say, here, 
It has endured storms 
But kept me safe
Weakened 
But never crumbled
It has withheld opinion
But never hardened 
Here, 
Amongst the honest, the odd
The poems and the grace 
Here, in this body,
I’m home