The sense of ‘arriving’ seemed elusive,
Nonsensical even —
As if the destination seemed further and further,
Always unattainable —
But when I change the lens of my perspective
From outwards to inwards
Reorienting —
I arrive at my story;
The broken edges,
The pains and losses,
The shame —
But also the victories
And monumental decisions that I've made,
To come home —
To me.