Home.

What is it?

Where is it?

Who’s there?

But you don’t know,

Won’t know,

Because you’ve never been there.

 

You’ve never seen their faces,

Never closed the spaces,

Never ventured forwards,

To times and places.

 

You haven’t built the doors,

Or nailed up the walls,

Haven’t hung up pictures,

Down all the halls.

 

You’ve never found love,

Where there was none at all.

 

No.

You must hurt,

Then you must heal.

 

You must fall.

And then,

You will find, Home.