Format by destabilise.
You are not the only one who feels
who walks with tender steps, too afraid to be led
down a path that will take you farther from home.
But home is not one place, never has been.
Home is everywhere your feet have wandered,
every place where you have laughed or drank or slept
or kissed. Home is in the faces of the ones you love.
Home is the hearts beating in their chests, calling for you
to return again. Home is wherever you claim it as your own.
And so you are never lost, just wandering. Finding,
claiming all the places you now belong. And always will.