What is Home ?

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?