i am cast away-
waiting, and watching cruel waves
for that lifesaver
i am cast away-
waiting, and watching cruel waves
for that lifesaver
Home is a house
but home is also a cardboard box
Home is an apartment
but home is also a store’s alcove
Home is a condo
But home’s also a gym mat on a floor
Home is a cottage
But home’s also a tent on a highway
Home can be a choice
but sometimes
a home is not a choice—
it’s a trap.
When a person dies
on the streets
where do they go?
do they go to heaven?
does anyone miss them?
does their family know?
and if they went to heaven…
do they have a home now?
or are they still sleeping
on a sidewalk,
outside Heaven’s gate?