What is home?
An original poem.
I recite; I wonder to see four walls arise from the ground to protect me from ills and threats.
A home is where I can give birth to my free self. Home, a mother’s arm, cradle my soul with tenderness.
Home grounds my feet when I jump with triumph and cushion my head when I cry with sorrow.
That’s why I simply utter, “I want to go home,” in any circumstances.
