Home
By Ashley O’Hare
Home
I’m supposed to know
how to get there.
They all say it’s a place
I should be sick over,
but I am not sure
if I have ever been there before.
I don’t have an address
programmed into my phone.
No GPS could find a place
Where I cease to be alone.
Home.
I’m still searching and
holding on to hope—
hope that perhaps one day
the world will be generous
and lead the way
Home.