home

To find where you belong 

is not to find where you fit in.

It is to find your home.

Home is not a place, 

or a destination,

or a journey,

or a building.

Home could be

a person,

a touch,

a feeling,

a moment,

a sweet disposition.

Home is where

the sky meets the ocean

and the wind blows

through your hair.

Home is when 

you feel safe,

perfectly content

and reassured.

Home is easy. 

Once you find it,

you just know.

Home is not forced,

nor troublesome.

Home is peaceful.

You cannot search

for your one true home.

Your home finds you.

Unfortunately,

we unknowingly 

confuse our home

for a feeling of comfort,

familiarity,

a fleeting rush of excitement.

And we spend

the rest of our lives

trying to get back to it again.

Too wrapped up

too realize 

that we need to let go.

Too busy searching

for something that

was long gone

the moment it left

Too occupied

with holding onto 

the past,

to make room 

for the future.

Not knowing,

that all the while,

home was passing you by.