By. @thatwipgirl

I often find myself leaving this flesh and

these bones, that claim to be my home

I often find myself soul searching outside

of where I am supposed to belong

It’s not a choice. It just gets

difficult to breathe, the silence coiling

against my throat, the flesh with its scars, and

bruises that still hurt.

It's not a choice, but I am getting better

at staying outside most of the time

while visiting once in a while

to clean up the mess that the past left behind.

I am getting better -

at waiting to be back, until

I can once

a g a i n

Call this body, my home.