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i found that the word was

suddenly unfamiliar

in my vocabulary. 


without the -less at the end

it felt foreign in my mouth, 

left a strange aftertaste. 


you let me go at the drop of a hat—

pushed me over the edge.

and when i hit my head, 

and my memory was fuzzy,

you asked:

 who hurt you?


but wait

wasn’t it you?


wasn’t it you who exiled me?

wasn’t it you who left me

without a home?


actually, 

i think my memory is just fine.

you are the ones

who seem to have forgotten.


yes,

everything is coming back to me now.

it was you who left me with

no home,

no security,

nothing.


but you know what?

i forgive you.

isn’t that crazy?


i forgive you.


now you are powerless

because i don’t need you.


i forgive you.

and i’m free.


and with this forgiveness,

came the realization that—

i have a home after all.

in fact,

i have many.


because home isn’t a place—

it’s so much more than that.


home is my own mind.



home is my body.


home is

my partner,

my friends,

my coworkers,

my professors.


home is

reading a book,

cooking a meal,

creating art,

writing a story,

taking a walk.


home is

smiling,

hugging, 

kissing, 

laughing

loving.


home is wherever i make it.

and there is nothing 

you 

can do

to take that away from

me.


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