Like most of us, I have been lost before.

Lying there on my bedroom floor.

The carpet below, damp, not dry

Contemplating the only thing keeping me alive.

 

It's camp.

It was.

It is.

and it always has been.

Ever since I could barely grin.

My first words.

My first steps.

My first genuine smile. 

My first cry

My first lie

My first miracle mile.

My hardest goodbyes.

My tightest hugs.

Even my first lighting bugs.

The only place I can call my own. 

This is my comfort.

This is my home.

 

This is all I'll ever need.

Even when I am full grown.