You’re always searching for a home,
one that shelters your soul.
But have you ever wondered
if it might live beneath your armor?

Perhaps the softest place to land
has been inside you all this time.
Even if it feels abandoned,
what if you dusted off the corners,
gently, without needing to be whole at once?

Don’t force the finding.
Even if you find nothing,
perhaps it’s just “not yet.”
“Not yet found”,
doesn’t that sound a little kinder?

Let hope keep burning,
but never let it burn you.
Never stop being
the most honest version of you.

Because when you can’t see it,
I see you as a home.
Even these words
have chosen you as their home.