The Womb

It began here nearly three years ago,
And I think back,
Over the sorrow,
The heartache,
The money I spent,
The sleep I left awake,
In order to make this

My home.

I raced to the office on a
Saturday afternoon,
to fax the rental application in first,
Bursting with life two nights later,
They'd made a decision,
It was ours.

Three years can be a uni degree
Or the growth of new life of a grafted tree,
Or the death of a friendship never
Meant to be
It was the turning point of my
Identity.

This place was a black hole of vibes and energy,
You sucked the living smile
Out of almost everything,
But from the bile and ashes,
A new sprig spreads her leaves,
Welcoming everyone as welcome family.

Birth of life, protective walls,
You demand so much more,
Than mediocre artistry, you demand a place for all,
To spread their wings,
Take first breath behind that open mic,
Commanding complete mastery of the artist's
Broken nights.

You've homed musicians, artists, poets,
Magicians in your heart.
you've offered counsel to busted souls,
You've left a burning mark,
Whether stranger or angel,
Whether roomie or no,
You've given each of us a place
We can call our home.