The feeling I get

the feeling I get

When I wear my shirt loose and my hair long

gives me a strange sense of contentment

and the way the cold, unforgivingly ancient floor

awakens my flesh

That has been bound up

And yearns to breathe

after such an overwhelming day

Relieves all my anxiety

This is where

I can come home and just be me

No one else

Me

And for once

no one yells

As I dip my toes

into the slippery slope

I find the strength to push my chin up

and bask in my own personal glory of rain

I am home in this skin

I am home when I lie down

And stare into the abyss above

I am home

Because home is never a place

Or a thing

Or a person

It’s you.

It’s always been you.