Home is where I am

Colored pencils and acrylic markers on paper.

8.30x11.50"

Home Is Where I Am
Home is where I am
Not in the walls that rise
Not in luscious parks
Not under canopies or behind windows
Not in the stairways built to be climbed

Home is in the wake
In the soft hush before the sun’s first shine
In the sacred breath of morning
It is the extension of my being
rightfully placed
on every inch of this earth

Home is not somewhere I go
It is where I come from
It lives in me
In the stillness of my core
In the quiet will to create
to live
to be
to give
and to receive

Home is not a song
not a shelter
not a stay
It is me
always me
just anchored deeper
just nourished fuller

It is forever rebuilt
from tears that have dried
to smiles born new
from pain pressed into wisdom
to joy blooming from the cracks

Home is shaped
with every breath of insight
with every scar turned into story
with every choice to stay soft
when the world asked for hardness

It is sprinkled with freedom
that opens gently
like a sliding window
letting in light
revealing new ways
to see the world

And if home is me
then I am the doorway
to a renewed perspective
a living map
ever unfolding
ever lighting the way
to the rhythm of my curiosity
a beat that never ceases
a fire that never dims

I carry home in my bones
and wherever I go
I make the world a little wider
a little warmer
a little more whole