In a group, a community:

a home.

when you’ve found your place,

It feels familiar,

like sinking into 

a worn-out cushion,

fabric sculpting,

matching every fold.

you could sit for hours,

unfazed,​​ unperturbed.

waves of déjà vu, 

accepted, not rejected.

You find a voice, 

like a newborn canary singing,

vocal cords straining,

fighting against the notes.

yet, the melody forms, 

a chorus of heartfelt laughter.

silence into song,

flowing in tandem.   

Illusions fade,

like the midnight 

fog dissipating,

floating away,

as sun hits water.

a mask is lifted,

a fresh face emerges.

assumptions dropped,

insecurities celebrated.

Insignificance is abandoned,

like a star bursting into life, 

once a small speck,

now circling galaxies.

bathed in light,

outshining the past.

spinning in tune,

strong and seen.

in a group, a community:

A Home.