Somewhere out there

there’s a place called home

where I’m free to be me

without judgment or scorn.

Somewhere out there

there’s a place I can breathe

where I’m loved and accepted

for who I be.

My inner compass is set to north

I check it daily to stay on course.

I push through the dense brush

and wade through the sludge

going home, going home

to a place called love.