Walked by a sign today that said your body is your home
And although it is not built in a day, you have have to treat it well so it can last forever
My mind instantly went into overdrive
Not built in a day, Anxiety was high
Because while home sounded nice at that moment, I didn’t want to try and cherish it
I was comforted by the implication of home, being so close to something I casually mistreat because others have all this time
But conflicted with the path that I absently chose to hide what is mine
Why didn’t I care to reach my destination
Why when I think of my body am I so complacent in these revelations
I felt tired thinking about the road, the holes, and the transformation
Almost home rang bells in my ear like your body drips with both sweat and fear of change
The mental of being happy, was covered in tears
Something about that short walk seemed long as fuck
But the sign was so pretty I took the harder path for luck
Almost home it said
Just up the road
Even in the summer
The words were so cold
Before this road, before this right turn
Things went left
The ground started to crack
I had been smiling more
Pushing forward, bouncing back
But the words hit me like the sign posted before me
Steel and still
The worth that should have been instilled
The joy I feel when piercing my body, is unreal
Like pain and love, the body and mind are just paths intersected
It was then at that moment, that I was able to really dissect it
Almost home
Almost home
Almost home
I said to myself
Almost home
Almost home
Almost home
That it finally made sense
Home, is who and what I see looking back at me
A full length mirror, 37 years later my reflection is solid
Home was definitely not built in a day
And to take care of your body you need knowledge
And grace, because this home was once lost and misplaced