home is you

strange to think
that
what I know
to be true
so deeply
is what everyone
uses
against me

they point out
how crazy I am
or have become
with time
so far away
from all of that
which once meant
home

to me

but what i leave out
is that
home was never
what home meant
but the feeling
i pursue
that lives within
and can only be
wild and free
once I feel I'm away
from home

where another
type of home
breeds
more of the same
old thing
folks used to call
love

or
serenity

I call you

you are home
the whole of what
i've always known
and others
always seemed so eager
to shun away

as if what truly moves us
should be an item
to be locked away
where all things shame
likes to claim
as their pride and joy

not I

home
is
you and you
alone.