I finally found a place

Where I can be nothing at all.

 

Home. My home. Her home. Our home.

 

I finally found a place

Where I can have a day where I'm less than.

Not that I'm fake when

I'm out there,

Somewhere,

Being some-one.

I'm simply being the part of me

I need to be,

To handle every day situations.

 

I finally found a place

That doesn't force "home" on me,

But creates a space for me to stretch my legs,

And feel the carpet treat me like the princess my Father called me.

 

I finally found a place

Where I can selfishly say "mine",

And not be reprimanded or reminded that it's only temporary.

But don't be under the impression that I've never tasted the delicacy "we call" a home-cooked meal.

I can only recognize "home,"

Because I've had one.

 

I finally found a place

Where I can be anything I want to be,

And no wandering eyes will judge me,

But see everything,

And still promise to love me.

 

I finally found a place

Where I feel worthy,

Of something greater than insults I call myself daily.

I am not the lies I've placed on back to carry.

I can leave them at the door where my family meets me.

 

I finally found a place

Where I can be nothing at all

But the person I CHOOSE to be.

 

Home. My home. Her home. Our home