I wrote this poem on the plane from Edmonton to Toronto in 2019. At the time I was upset about the concept of ‘Home’ and what it means.

What is Home?

Home is where the heart is.
Even if you’re homeless there.

I struggled being homeless
But I had my friends to care.

I’m on my way home now
But I’d rather not go

Because home is where the heart is,
And my heart is back home.

🏠

My blog is becoming more and more professional, hopefully I can always post my more artsy expressions.