Home is supposedly
This tiny town
But home isn’t supposed to
Let you drown
What a realisation that the place that you grew up in
Is the place that is smothering you.
I am not meant to have my wings clipped.
Home is more than a building you reside in,
Home is where you feel you are your own person.
But my heart is back in with the Rising Sun,
where I don’t belong, where I did more than just haunt
the empty streets.
Home is a feeling, more than a person or the bricks around you.
I am renting this space, surrounded by home owners.
Back on home soil, I have a house but I am homeless.