
During the past few months
The discomfort, the homelessness, homesickness
Contaminated the places I was in
Making me move from one room to the next
One city to another
Now it has spread to my veins
I feel stiffness enveloping my limbs
Like this body is no longer mine
Changing places is not enough anymore
I feel the urge to change my clothes
Yet even that doesn’t ease away the suffocation
Because what I need is to get out of this skin!
I have no option but to succumb and resign
To the dull reality that
I have no home
I have no self
I have no peace
Yet I can’t relinquish the hope
That one day I’ll have what I need
I’ll be my own home
I’ll cultivate a self that I love being
And I’ll build my own fountain of everlasting peace