I found my freedom in the rays of the sun
I felt the warmth of love shining down
Inhaling pristine air full of change
I cried to the heavens
This is my home
I found my freedom in the rays of the sun
I felt my spirit rise up with the stars
This is where my peace lies
There is no point to turn back to the life of undeserving
I found my freedom in the rays of the sun
That is where I belong
2.6.2021
You felt like home, broken and torn
And I thought if I were to love you
And you were to love me
Two hearts would mend
Two hearts would fill
Two hearts would find peace
And a new home we would build
Our new definition of home would
Outweigh the trauma we lived
But only one heart was ready
Ready to find the love to mend the pain
And one heart found out
How to find their own peace and
Define their own home
A home without you
[5.11.2019]
I’m sitting here watching a
Blue Jay hunt for branches
In order to built their nest
He picks random branches
Hoping it can be what they need
Some don’t give in
While others gladly accept
Yet sometimes the Blue Jay
Just leaves the picked branch
Not using it for their nest
And I wonder why?
Why does it allow it to fall,
Yet doesn’t take it for their home?
I wonder why, if the branch
Is willing to go
Why does the Blue Jay
Leave it to be broken?
Why am I that Blue Jay?
And why are you that branch?
Why can’t I use you?
And why did you have to fall?
Is it because you’re not what I’m looking for?
And at the same time
I don’t know what it is
That I am looking for
So I should be happy with
What I have…and that’s you
I need you in my home
I need your strength and support
I need your care
So why am I that Blue Jay
And you are that branch?
[04.06.2005]
“Find the love you seek by first finding the love within yourself. Learn to rest in they place within you. That is your true home.”
Sri Ravi Skankar
It finally hit me today. I’ve know this phrase so well, quote it often, “Home is where the heart is.” But today, it resonated with me differently. I am home. I have put my “home” within other people to find. I thought my broken heart/home was to be filled with love from others and places. I am my home. I am my love. I am healing my own broken place.
These poems were of those previous thoughts.
He was like home
Loving, yet broken
Something I don’t like
But where I only felt safe
So to have him be
Is bittersweet
But just fine
Cause he’s not mine
He felt like home
But home is broken
And I don’t expect
Right from wrong
Sad but true
Home always makes me blue
I’ve moved away
From home
Many times before
Though one home
Will always be
There to stay
This home, his home
I have to leave again
But I can’t go back
My home will always
Be broken
Regardless of where it is
But I’ll always love
And miss home
It’s just time to be alone
[9.22.2006]
I want to be your foundation
Destroy those remnants of old walls
And build up from the ground
With love
Surround you with visions of clarity
This is your future home
Your safe place
Where you can be yourself
And loved for all the right reasons
Where you will be protected
From all seasons
I want to be the home you
Never had
To support
And lead you to happiness
The home we can create together
[10.26.2017]
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