what is a home?
is it a palace, a beautiful place
where no mad men are born and where
royalty can live in luxury forever?
is it a safe house, a sturdy place
where only canned foods are kept and where
the vulnerable feel truly well-protected?
is it a fortress, an impenetrable place
where no monsters live and where
heroes can finally rest?
is it a prison, an inescapable place
where criminals remain trapped and where
overbearing authority inspires anarchy?
is it just a normal place
where a family sleeps, eats,
spends time together,
time goes by slower,
food supposedly tastes better,
and love reigns free and pure?
what has my home become?
a week turned into two weeks
turned into a month.
i long to turn back time,
back to before the world got sick,
before the world turned
to social distancing.
i hope i can look back on these dark times,
when the world looks hopeless
and people fight for basic supplies
and they refuse to stay at home,
and i hope i can finally
suck in enough air in my sad lungs
to laugh until my heart’s content.