(A/N: This poem is inspired by this TED talk by Rupi Kaur. Do listen to it (if you have the patience that is, because it's roughly 18 minutes). She discusses some sensitive topics though. She's really good.)
Home is where her body goes
Wherever she goes
This fifteen year old, lost and confounded teenager
Defines her haven
Not as a physical structure
Supported so strongly by cement
Beautified with masonry art
Bedecked with svelte wooden sculptures
And systematically aligned with
Perfectly carved sofas of leather
Her pleasure and respite
Is contained not in materialism
And hotel-like mattresses
But in an art piece of human skin and bones
She doesn't understand what Homesickness looks like
Solely because her body never allowed her
To feel the unavoidable grief that comes with its dawn
Her body cares about her way too much
Way too much to let her down
To let her go
It decided to fondle her wounded and lovesick skin
It embraced her and her opprobrium
Towards the world
And herself
Its warmth made her feel alive
When everybody else made her feel numb
Her bodily home brings about the resurrection
Of a chubby, chirpy girl who speaks
Happiness
And positivity
Who is the essence of childhood
She will nurture it
Wholeheartedly and lovingly
She will keep her promise
It's the only place where she can snuggle like a teddy
The only place she doesn't want to leave
The only place she tearfully calls home.
Yours poetically,
The Literary Artisan 💖
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