Man walking sadly towards open doorway.


Monday, March 13, 2023

I fluctuate between rage and rage subdued

In this place, true contentment is but a fleeting fever dream

Yet, here I am, stuck in this very place I call home

Why do I even call it that?

I mean, really – why do we use that beloved name so carelessly?

You say you are going home, when in reality,

you are merely returning to a property that houses your belongings

Maybe I am guilty of doing this.

I must admit, sometimes, it feels like

my belongings are more at home than I am

I suppose that is why they are called belongings

And me? Am I belonging here?

I don’t know how to answer that, but if not here,

then where?