They told me home is where the heart is.
I agree.
Home is where the people of my heart, the person I love is.
So, that’s enough?
You can build a home anywhere, anytime,
Why yes, madam, you can…
Except that’s a missing ingrident,
It’s called autonomy, and oh!
What a wild thing it is,
Ruffling feathers left and right,
It truly is like brick and mortar for a home mine,
For at home, I am me
I am free, I am free, I am free.
Author’s Note: I am finally home! Which hopefully means more regular updates and posts, though I will be shifting some of my newer blogs to my medium. For more poetry, you can check out my work on Muses_Saga.
But wait! There’s more.
If you wish to support my work, you can like and share or pay what you can.
*takes a bow and leaves with gratitude*
