a deep solace

home knows not my name.

solace gasped at the sight of my soul
where everything crumbled
i sought out a gentle peace
that would speak,
i desired a home
that would not broil with anger,
where rivers would not divide upon my face,
i sought out a memorial.

where does remembrance reside?
alongside my heart?
and to whom shall i plead?
no guidance is desired compassion to these rivers.

plead a river
and an ocean you shall receive

i felt comfort rush through me with earnest,
jolly as a man could be
war washed away from the minds,
frolic away oh young one.

where is gentleness a language?
a home to reside in.
here i have reached,
here i am,
home.

but why does the light flicker in such peculiar patterns,
as if it spoke in code,
in a language i should understand,
but strangely, i am not anxious.
i chuckle,
i cry
but plead i shall not.

a deep acceptance floods me,
home has not reserved my name
not in any language,
not in any color or shade of ink;
home does not belong to me.

but in that brief dream,
i was home
even if it was for a moment of reality.