
Homeless
Somewhere deep inside
You ached for a home
That was longed for
But never truly known
Was sensed only
By the hollow shape of absence left
By those departed
You could sense with vague intimations
But never fully grasp
Sitting on the back stair
You watched the children play
Siblings all together
Sharing joy at the end of the day
Inside your heart ached
As you knew yourself to be
Outsider
Exile
Are these the most powerful of wordless experiences
Our souls carry and communicate in silence
Do we pass them on
Through the psyches of our children
Why do I now feel the same
That I too
Will never ever
Find a home
A place of belonging amongst others
And yet
Here I sit
Gorgeous puppy snoozing at my feet
Knowing the presence of home only in this
Quiet living room and Computer screen
Through which etherically I seek
A place of connection
With others
Who also so often feel homeless?
What is this home we seek?
Where does it live?
For me it comes when
You recognise me
And I you
When we are known
In and through opened hearts
Then
If only for a few moments
We feel that sense of belonging
And perhaps
Those tender moments of recognition and connection
Can be carried forward
Can
In foresaken moments summon up within us
Comfort
Knowing that all is not lost
And at times
We do find ourselves
At home
This feels like home, to me.
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