The Home

I’ve seen places weird and cool enough

to fall in love and stay for more than a month

to call them home, feel calm and safe

wake up in the morning and smile knowing I’m there.

Yet,

I didn’t stay. I left, moved, some would say - run away.

Why? Kill me, I won’t say.

It’s simply too hard to figure out the sense of my way.

It hurts, it gives such a headache to think

where, when and what time

I’ll shout - this is it!

I’ll sit and lay down.

Maybe soon, maybe never,

I’m still so not sure,

what home means

what shapes it forms.

So, I promise you now

that I will stay strong

by searching and asking

I find the one I belong.

C.