You Are Your Own Home

As I stand here on a fork road, wavering because of life winds,

I hope for nothing but recognition and an untiring vision.

The only relationship that perplexes me is what I have with my individual self,

And I hope for nothing but to forget how broken I am.

There is so much more to say, but my words die in silence,

And again, I hope that you understand everything beyond the horizons.

Not a single moment spent with you is regret,

But I hope you are much more than just a lesson.

The worst of all of it was not you leaving me alone,

But it was me hoping and anticipating your return home.

In the end, it’s only me for myself, but I still hope to hold the edge of your shirt when I feel out of breath.

It’s only fair to feel impaired when I know my home is unprepared.

I, am my own home.