Home again

It’s been a while, 
thought I’d run out of things to say
My last poem was about the month of May 
Sitting in the drafts, doubt it’ll see the light of day
Wrote about how grateful I was for the magic
For all the inevitable change
My world was flipped on it’s head
But I think I still remained the same
There was no life-altering realisation 
But my life was altered beyond recognition 
Can’t trust myself to keep any expectations 
Nothing is ever set in stone, except transience
Now I accept it as a constant, not from cynicism
Unfounded optimism maybe
I know that things will end, whether they are good or bad
Painful or euphoric, nothing will last forever
And that’s how it should be
So we cherish happiness while it’s around
And know that our sorrow won’t stay long
Stopped building houses in the sand
And making homes out of people 
I am home, that stands wherever I go
And I’ll always find peace
Inside these walls of my own.

—Ananya Murali