Is home a warm body you can touch
Is home a place you can't see,
Someone you can't be?
Is home you? Is home me?
What is happening to me
Home changed from you to me
to him, to this. Here.
My mothers womb once was my home,
My fathers arms were home
Egypt was home
Now I find myself feeling external
lost, but found
scared but excited
broken but more alive
My reflection changes everyday
moving like the ocean or the clouds
no specific shape, taste or rhythm
do you feel the same?
Has this year been hard on you?
Taking you to the parts of your mind you never knew existed?
the voices that keep you company admits the loneliness
the deep rooted subconscious your never knew about
can you relate?
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