Homesick for No Home

I feel sick.

There’s a knot in my stomach,

A pounding in my head,

A pressure in my ears,

An ache in my throat.

Is this what it’s like?

To be homesick?

I feel the need to flee

And fly back—or forward,

I don’t know,

Just get me away from here.

But home. What is home?

How can be I be homesick

Yet never feel at home?

Home is not home,

People are not home.

I have no home.

The feeling follows me everywhere;

The emptiness a throbbing reminder

That I must figure it out,

Nothing will magically fill this hole.

Until then I shall live on

With the longing,

One day I will find home.

One day when I am ready.