Houses everywhere, but not a home for me #PoetryMonday

Hi lovesss!

Yesterday was Palm Sunday and I hope you really had a blessed one.

A friend of mine asked me to write a poem for her. She described about this place she love so much where she spent her childhood and teenage years. And yet despite finding her identity there, in reality she could never really belong. Her family was there only for a specific period and as they moved away, she could not find a reason to stay and belong as she may always only be an ‘outsider’ in this home away from home.
I hope this one remind us to always be kind and accepting, and be home to anyone who finds comfort in our spaces.

Houses everywhere, but not a home for me

Mom would tell me.
Tell me never to love off guard,
That there is pain
Beyond the crimson hues
That there is pain
Behind the horizon of beautiful.
That there is pain in silver linings.

But I did.
And I was not reckless.
I was not silly.
Maybe a little crazy.
But.
But how could I not.
You came to me like a dandelion-
Soft and tender-
But something I’d hold and wish on.
You came like a cold river
For the parts of me withering.
You clothed me with warmth
In the bits of me going numb.

To me,
You were more than a place.
You were a feeling.
And I loved this feeling.
I miss that feeling.
And to you,
I could never belong to you.
For to you,
I was just a phase.
All you would never know
Is you were home to me.
You are home.
Would you ever know.

There is no reason
Why I should belong.
You are hills
You are valleys
You are breeze
You are a bliss.
And I am
All things simple.
Structured and tied.
Feeble and brave.

Your eyes give hope to the hopeless
Love to the lonely
Smile to the weary
But you could not
Give home
To this me
Me
Who have houses everywhere
But no home,
Home enough like you.
Why.

Mom would tell me
Tell me never to love off guard,
That there is pain
Beyond the crimson hues
That there is pain
Behind the horizon of beautiful
But you swallowed me in
And made me love you
Till I reached your depth
And realized she was right all along.
What do you call someone
Who have houses everywhere
But no home,
Home enough like you.