I never really knew home
The label of home never felt right where I was told to put it
I remember 3rd grade
instructed to make an art piece to resemble what "home" was
not our house or where we lived
But where we felt safe, loved, and cared for
I didn't understand what that meant
That is, until you
when I'm in your arms everything is ok
my eyes are closed and I heave the deepest sigh of relief
I'm home
I'm safe
I'm loved
I'm cared for
It doesn't matter where we are
When you hold me just right
I feel home
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A Flower in the Wind
Poesía+++++This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.+++++ TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE THEMES COVERED IN THIS PIECE: SELF HARM, PARENTAL AND INTIMATE PARTNER ABUSE (DOMESTIC ABUSE)...
