No Place Like Home

Towering skyscrapers to dystopian rows of picket-fenced houses.

Gold sand and blue skies to the lion’s concrete jungle.

Gray snowy mountaintops and red summers.

I traveled the world, but at what cost? 

In new friends, I left pieces of my heart behind

until it was all gone.

In conversations, I lost myself 

until I couldn’t recognize the person in the mirror.

I long for a home,

a place to run to when things get hard,

a place that knows me.

Visiting all my past homes,

I am an outsider.

Lives moved forward, 

and I was forgotten.

I’m filled with envy of those with a home,

a place they find refuge in.

The home I knew is no longer mine, 

faded into a distant memory.

These four walls insist they’re my home,

but soon I’ll pack up, 

and the cycle will begin again.

No matter how many times I click my heels,

I will always be here, 

in between.