Coming Home

I cried behind,

I cried a river,

I cried not knowing why burdens are always heavier on me.

Not having home as long as I remember,

not wanting to go home after hours, closed hours and wanting to be longing elsewhere.

but now I found a home that I know I meant to be in

or more of realizing that I finally am home.

Coming home

to Myself

and feeling most content

as I always should’ve

but was delayed

because of lessons

that I had to learn

in order to really build strong home for me to thrive for  my next decades.

And just like that.

Im finally home.

Home to myself.