Home
it’s where the heart is.
Home.
It’s where my family is.
Home.
It’s where I can be free.
Home.
It’s where I can be myself.
Or at least it should be.
Home.
It’s where I long to run to.
Home.
It’s my pillow to cry into when I’m all alone.
Home.
It’s where I can escape judgment.
Home.
Four walls to hold me securely
Home.
A warm bed to support me
Home.
Where I long to go at the end of a long day
Home.
My safe return for the journey’s end
Home.
It’s always there for me
Or at least, it should be.
Home.