If home is a place, I’ve walked 

for years with blisters 

and still haven’t found it. 

If home is a person, I’ve handed 

my heart out, ripe and open

to the wrong one.

If home is a feeling, I know 

it can’t be a sad one or

I’d be there by now.

If home is a feeling, I hope 

I can make that into colour

and see that it’s real.

Hometown is both fractured memories

 of someone more curious, 

and where one day I might discover 

the feeling I’ve always missed.