It was until I stopped searching
for a safe home to lie my ached head
That I realized my body’s the home
Where I’m safe and calm.
Home’s far from bricks and mortar
My home is my body rapped with
My tender skin.
This vault body has endorsed my pain,
penury, desolation, and trepidation,
In this world filled with mysteries and
I’ll take pleasure in my homebody
For, I know there is no home as secured
As a body built within my shattered soul.
by Friday Praise