Becoming Home
There comes a time
when the fleeting admiration of strangers
becomes unfulfilling,
where your bones ache
from the trembling sound of loneliness,
and this darling,
is the time when your heart must work harder,
your fingers must loosen their grip,
you will be forced to learn how to survive
without loving hands to pump blood through your body
or sweet lips to breath for you.
This is the time of loving yourself.
And although you are pounded with the notion
that you can never love yourself
as much as someone else loves you
I dare you to be your own omnipotence,
to sacrifice everything for what you believe in;
not the passing by social norms of living
But your life,
Itself,
a beautiful thing that will never
be created again.
When you reach this point,
It will be a struggle not to reach to others,
To fill desolate holes between your fingers,
To deny the notion of being held
tenderly in the arms of others.
You will have to have the self-awareness
to refuse dependence.
You will have to practice crawling,
And walking,
And running,
All over again, on your own
You will have to trust in your tender and bruised feet
Allow scars to heal from the rocks beneath you
Learn how to take a punch
and withhold yours
leaving only the whisper of
independence behind you.
When you arrive here
You will be your own home.