Poetry in Motion

A love letter to my home.
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I am my home.
I dance in celebration. 
Dancing to keep the lights on.
With reflection, my light can truly shine.
I make myself at home in my dancing body. 
Sensations, feelings, moving me to move.
Moved to make movements. 
Subtle shifts in space. 
My home is evolving over time. 
Each day the furniture is sort of moved around, but in sort of the same place. 
Each room has a different energy. 
The space feels lived in. 
I have demolished a lot of the walls. 
I prefer open plan. 
Windows, to let more light pour in. 
The bath tub, the stairs, the thinly lights. 
They're all mine. 
I share the couch. 
The cupboards are full. 
There is a library of books in the shelves. 
There are experiences locked in my heart and I probably have some unlocking to do. 
The garden is spacious. 
There are squishy rugs, strong and fragile sculptures. 
I feel at home in my body. 
The speakers are really loud, but I can drown out the noise. 
I really have to take care of the roof. 
I groove here. 
I could do with a rewire. 
I could do with a sort out. 
The fridge definitely could. 
Organised mess. 
I am my home.