Homesick

I wrote I was homesick,

For the place that we once were.

I ask myself again,

“Where is Home?”

What about inside this soulful body of mine?

Why have I never thought of coming home to myself?

It is messy, and it is dark.

Filled with cracks that felt unworthy and shameful.

But when that’s all you have,

The cracks become the space where light can shine through.

Lighting up the home within,

Finding peace in the mess, finding a way through to the other side.

And what I found was love and a beautiful garden waiting to be nurtured.


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