Homeless
such a strong word
brings to mind images
of cardboard boxes, and dirty streets
drifting through the world
fitting in
but not belonging
Home was a room that's been sold to strangers
there's no space for me now
only memories.
I'm welcome back,
but not welcome home.
Home.
I think first of my childhood bedroom
and then the people I love
then nothing
blank spaces.
They say home is where the heart is
- but I just feel lost.
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