“I know that I am—all that I am. And all that I am is full and ripe. All that I am is standing still, waiting and watching and bursting with life. Holding the straining seams of my skin, my passion and wit and my sanity in. Waiting for someone to soothe and to say “I understand. You’re home.” HomeAcceptancePoemSanityHomesick Book:Home Work: A Memoir of My Hollywood Years Source: Home Work: A Memoir of My Hollywood Years