Home

As I sit in the place I've called home all these years
Emptiness is all I feel
Then a yearning fills my heart and soul
The fire in my eyes arwe newborn

I came to realize what is wrong
Why my life has been imersed in misery
Why for so long I wished to end it
And why I never could

I've never really had a home
A house, a shelter from the storm, yes
but never the feeling of belonging
Always the abandonded, always the outcast

I've finally found a home
its not a place of brick or steel or wood
Its more of a transcendiant state of being
of flesh and heart and soul

The flesh is in your arms, my dearest
The heart is your love for me
The soul is the sense of belonging
that I always feel in your presence

So yes, I have found my home
Simultaneously with me always, yet miles away
My home is wherever you are, because
my beloved, my home is you

copyright 1998 by John Matthews AKA Hel Razor


For Jenifer, who I have always loved, and always will, who I want to make a home with someday.

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