Home
My heart is in bits and pieces, it's all over the place. There is a piece of it in my dad's comforting voice, a little bit of it with my concerned mom. Some of it are stolen and so I am sort of lost that way. And I know most of it is in my lord's possession for I find something as close to home when we are talking. A bit of it is in my husband's arms, but it isn't steady yet in his warmth, I can't blame him. Words I read and jot have captivated a huge chunk of it.
So home for me is not exactly where my heart is, it's where I feel absolutely me, and I haven't felt the absoluteness entirely yet, I might find it or not,as I am still on the road, connecting and growing towards what I'd define home.
