Is home where we reside, or where the heart is bound?
Is home where we sleep, or where dignity is sound?
Is home virtuous if it shelters deep fears?
Is home bittersweet if it is where we shed tears?
Is home a simple asset bought and sold for a price?
Is home really home if its payment is for life?
Is home worthwhile if it holds us down?
Is home an excuse not to leave town?
Is home still home if it is where we fight?
Is home still sweet in the absence of light?
Is home the definition of achieved goals?
Is home really the best food for our souls?
What if home made you feel like you didn’t belong?
And even when you tried, it made you feel wrong?
Do you have to make the most of something you don’t like?
Or can we walk away and avoid our elder’s strike?
Do we have an obligation to ourselves or to this place?
If home makes us sad can we leave without a trace?
Maybe home means more than a place to reside,
Maybe home is a concept, not a place where to bide,
Maybe home is defined by that which we cannot see,
Maybe home is where we feel meaningful and free,
Home Sweet Home, your meaning is elusive,
Your qualities are mixed, my feelings inconclusive,
Despite your gestures of warmth and affection,
Here we find ourselves on the verge of defection.
This poem was submitted to The Coalition for Nonprofit Housing & Economic Development as part of their Housing For All writing competition.