Poetry - Home by Gabby Camargo

I don’t know where home is anymore.

It got lost somewhere between my new life

and my old.

When I go back,

I feel like an intruder.

But here,

I feel like a stranger.

So where do I fit?

Where am I supposed to be?

I wish I could have frozen time when I had had it all figured out

Am I holding on to the past?

Am I moving on too fast?

I don’t know.

But maybe the poets are right

Maybe the authors really know

All I can do is hope

That maybe home isn’t a place.

Maybe it’s a feeling.

Maybe it’s a person.

And someday,

maybe I’ll find it.