Until I Find My Home

 I am looking for my home ~

not a house of walls and windows,

but a quiet constellation

that lives somewhere inside my mind.

It is not pinned to any map,

no street name, no lingering doorway light;

it is a feeling ~ soft, shimmering,

a hush of peace, a breath of belonging,

a tender place where my heart finally rests

and my spirit whispers, 'Here ... stay.'

But I have not found it yet.

So I wander through cities and moments,

through sunsets that feel almost right,

and nights where the stars hum my name,

hoping one corner of the world

will echo the comfort I dream of.

Until then, my soul keeps searching,

gentle and eternal ~ not lost ...

just listening for that sacred place

where my mind will finally be still,

and every part of me will know

I have come home.