Inside we struggle for relief

And lose our minds trying

To accept this as our permanent

Address

We think we know how we

Arrived here with all our stuff

But sometimes we’re not sure which

Narrative is true

About how we crossed over

The threshold into a new home

We brought everything we love

With us and we are adapting

To a world we didn’t dream was possible

Or plausible

Mortgage is the same as rent

Because it owns us

Not the other way around

Responsibility for everything is ours

We are landlords though property doesn’t belong to

Anyone

Ownership was the first lie

So we settle for stewardship

And pretend feng shui makes it

Our design and creation

Ours is a house of pain

Injury

Illness

Agony

Our bodies

Not built but born

Ache and moan

With noises colored like weather maps

Break down and need repair

Remolding

Re-mem-bering

Hearts

Minds

Souls

Are our dwellings too

And accommodate how differently able we become

After trauma and we learn over again

To call this world our zip code