Home

Where is Home exactly?
Isn’t it a place of Comfort?
Love?
Consolation?
Isn’t It?…
Maybe It Is..
But I’ve never experienced that sensation
I’ve never been Home

I’ve heard of Home.
Been told to go there.
Been taken there.
But, as far as I know, I’ve never been there.
I go, daily, to a House.
A Place of Solitary Confinement
Or
Unwanted Conversation.
That’s not Home.

My Home may be different then.
Not bound between the umpteen walls of a building
But
The Needs of the Heart.
Anywhere…
That satisfies those Needs is Home
Anyone..
That offers that sensation is Family.
So my House isn’t my Home,
Neither my Relatives Family.

Home.
I have to seek it in my Friend’s Presence
Family..
I have to search for it in my Comrades
Love.
I have to find it in my Companions.
But I will find it one day..
Then i will calmly say..
With a Smile..
“I’m Home”

November 13, 2011