Homeless, I roamed

Homeless, I roamed…

I’ve been homeless for most of my life…

How?

You may ask…

What’s a home? I’d say…

It’s belonging,

It’s love!

And that’s why I’ve been homeless.

As a homeless soul

I roamed

In searched for a home…

Bags packed,

I travelled foreign lands

From Rome to Ramallah

I roamed.

I scanned different faces

In cafes,

For a place I can call home,

And I went from a place to place

From a face to face

In search for home

Until I found home

Because I knew that home is not a house

Or a place

But a heart

Where one belongs…

© K. Leeban

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