home in “quotations”

i could’ve gone home…but i didn’t

back when i was idealistic…”home is where the heart is”…i said

but i have no heart, im told, by the very same people i used to call home.

so how does one go home? when one doesn’t even know what home is?

?

maybe home is a place where you can be “yourself”

but who even really knows oneself if they’ve never been allowed to be themselves…at home?

maybe home is a trick, a figment of my imagination, a facade?

maybe we’re all meant to be searching for home, for forever?

but no. i’ve decided that the search ends at the place where my heartbeat begins

at the place that feels, and pumps, and gives us a soul

i’ve decided that yes, home is where the heart is…

because now i have my own heart; and i’ve finally DECIDED …this is “home”