Finding Home

“Thence we came forth to rebehold the stars.” 

-Dante Alighieri, Inferno 

I once gave you a ring to borrow,

and the next day, you returned it on a string.

Although the ring has since broken,

I wear the string around my neck every day.

It has been three years since we have last spoken,

ten years since my eyes first met yours,

and though you were a new face,

I recognized you from a past place,

as if we had both blossomed from the same ripe bud-

halved before we ever became whole.

Nothing in my life has been more inherent

than the imprint of your soul.

And I know you cannot return to meet me, 

so I will come for you when it’s time;

and when our palms touch and then our fingers interlace, 

then I shall know what it truly means 

to hold all the powers of the universe in my embrace. 

We were the eighth wonder of the world,

although history only accounts for seven.

One day, I feared I had become Atlas,

bearing the weight of the world and the heavens.

Though I remembered that you said pain is temporary, 

and your words set into stone. 

I once asked you,

“Where does a shooting star go after it is done fallingshooting?”

And you answered,


Authors Note: Before Finding Home was written, I was unsure of what to write, so I asked my mother for inspiration. She told me to write about mental health, and immediately, I rejected her idea. At the time, I was in a place where I struggled with my mental health often, and the topic was one that I avoided addressing. Later, I realized that my refusal to discuss my mental health stemmed from a fear of confrontation with my own feelings. But the thought stayed in my mind that I should write about mental health, and so Finding Home was hesitantly, and almost reluctantly, written. Although this poem centers around one’s longing to be reunited with their past, it is also laced with the anxiety I felt “bearing the weight of the world and the heavens,” or the amount of pain I burdened myself with. The last stanza especially reveals the mental health aspect of this poem, where the narrator addresses their struggles and asks if there is any hope for better times. To this, they are told that yes, no matter the journey, a shooting star will always find their home in the end.  

Editors: Emily X. Nikki J. Nadine R., Zoe L. Sam L., Anoushka K., Joyce S.