Tell me what feels like home because I don’t remember. I want to roam endlessly with nothing to fear. Fall backwards and know that everyone will hold their arms out to catch me. Explain to me why nothing feels the same. What does moving onward mean when pieces of me are scattered everywhere? I’m sorry to my spirit. She’s too gracious for this mess. You tie a bow around my finger and say I’m the present. I never knew peace in the first place, so regift me. Pass me along like a recycled toy. Hand me down to the next person who needs to feel sadness in order to know they’re still alive. You want a life, even if it’s not as beautiful as you had hoped. So unravel the ribbon. Crack open my bones. Reach for my spirit. Hold it close. Lap up every word like you need it. Feel pretty like the wind and welcome the storm. Feels something like home. -AMT©️