I am home

As I walk
the night air
is crisp.
The first
time that it
has been
cold this December.
I have bundled
up.
Headphones in,
I have picked my
path and on
I go.
Its dark
out, even
though its
not really
that late.
As the music
plays I am
enjoying
this place
this time.
This in now
my neighborhood
and it feels good.
I am thinking
of all the places
I have lived.
Many
different
homes
and places.
I can't remember
being this
happy.
This.. calm.
This
full.
The crisp air
is biting my
fingers
and my nose.
Its reminding
me that I feel.
That I am aloud
to feel.
For so long
I would not
allow myself
to feel
anything.
It was too painful.
As I turn
the corner
I see my new
home.
If you would
have told
me,
this would
have been my
life.
I would have
said, never.
I walk in the
house
and simply
whisper,
I am
home.
And
I am..
I am
finally
home.