Where is home?

Is it the place I was born,

or the place I embraced,

or the place that embraced me?

Is it found in the people I share blood with,

or those I chose as company?

Is it a feeling?

A space?

A state?

I don’t know.

Must I build roots in one place,

or in the hearts of many?

After all,

their hugs have meant more to me

than the soil ever did.