they say home
isn't always a house,
with bricks making up
the substantial walls,
roofs made of zink
to cover your head,
and empty spaces
to put your bed.
they say home
can sometimes be a person,
but i don't think i'll ever find them,
and though it does scare me a little,
the search must go on
even if chances are brittle.
they say home
doesn't have to be searched for,
that it could have just been
right under your nose.
because maybe i am that person
maybe i am my own home.
