Home Poem by Stephanie Spray

Where is home but the streets I know
where everything is scattered and I am alone
throughout this matter,
throughout this ordeal.
I've tried to get better
as I grasp without feel

when did this happen
and when did I lose
my place in the world
and the soles in my shoes?
I've looked in all the places
I've opened all the doors
and yet everything I've known
shows I've got nothing more
than the clothes on my back
and a heavy swollen heart
I've tried to stay together
as my world falls apart.
As I've said, nothing matters
and 'home' is nothing but walls
that I'm temporarily confined to
until, again, I fall
without a place to land
and without a platform to stand.

Streets you are my confidante,
Roads, you are my solace.
Shoes, you are my vehicle
that lead me to no promises.
And I can only ask
for my spine to stay erect
as I drift from these four walls
in search for home again.