Butterflies fill your stomach and crawl under your skin

through your chest to your heart.

Numbing hands.

On the floor, the fetal position is not enough.

Only a soothing abyss restores.

Like home. The sense of home.

It may seem far away.

Or long ago.

If you are lucky, it’s where you sleep.

Or the air you breathe.

Home restores, soothes, and asks you to stay.

You must find it. So you can look out to the world and know

there is no more need to wander.