Home?

Where do I live?

I have an address, but is this where I am home?

I’m not sure where my home is now

I’m trying to find myself.

I left sunny Southern California

to start a life in love.

Off to the windy city

and the one who filled my dreams.

We left there together a short while later

following life wherever it lead.

We landed in that little Virginia town

built around a school.

A place so beautiful to look at

it was hard to see anything else.

When one day the clarity hit me

and I found myself alone.

I knew I didn’t live there

that was not my life.

But there was now nowhere for me to go ‘home’ to

I just knew I had to leave.

I followed the path of my career

and ended up here at the beach.

From my home and life on the west coast

I have travelled all the way east.

I don’t know that I really live here either

or if this is what I would call home.

But I am trying to carve out a niche

to find some place to belong.

It’s strange here, not like home at all

unless I have my feet in the sand.

Listening to the rolling and lapping of the waves

tickling the edge of the beach.

Winter on an east coast beach is tough,

it’s been dark and cloudy and grey.

It almost mirrors the way I feel most days

I am quietly waiting for Spring.

I haven’t really connected yet,

to anyone or anything.

But I know I am here for a reason

to learn something about myself.

 

For dversepoets.com