It is not easy be a guest, particularly,
when you are always feeling
a need to tiptoe around,
and be apologetic for the sound
your feet make,
or when
you are the first one up in the morning
rummaging through the kitchen cabinets
trying to find a pot to boil water
and have the first cup of Earl Gray,
but one rebel
decides to turn over
and lets out a loud clunk
it has been holding within
to make someone,
someday jump.
Few more days
of feeling chained,
and somewhat constrained
trying not to breathe too loudly
or have a hearty sneeze
that opens portals to your soul,
one relearns the truth
that there is no place
like being home.
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