Is this home?

I was searching;
(albeit aimlessly)
all these years.
Looking for a sign:
Prosperity-
Something
To loosen the neck hole
Of this same old garment
I wear day in and out.

I have been searching,
You see
With high hopes
You would help me
find me.
But I am
seeking a means
to an end
With no memory
Of my beginnings
So I don’t know
If this is home
or just
another place
Where I hang my hat
Yet hide my heart

I was waiting for you
To find my face
In a world
Where my head
Is left bowed
and my eyes
are…
diverted
for fear of
going blind
with rage.

I was seeking a man
Secure enough
To understand
How much I want him
But how little
I need him
Since only
I complete me
But could you be
The tempest ocean
That drowns my coast
Making an island
Out of me?