A dwelling. A comfortable place.
A room. Your very own space.
I’ve had many homes,more than I can count.
But geography is not what home is about.
A place of safety,place of peace.
A place where differences cease;
Cease to matter, with out any a care.
No care of worry,for your home is there.
Love is here. Empathy.Sympathy too.
Home is there no matter what you do!
In my 34 years, I firmly now know;
where home is.Where this woman will grow.
May take 34 years,maybe less,I can be slow,
For many a year my homes’ were buried low.
Deep in the muck of my own self pity.
Though,thought home was great; It was dark and gritty.
Alone in my thought.Addictions, and pride.
Never knowing the real me inside.
Home was simply the place where I crashed.
One day I awoke and I saw at last!
Home had never been where I hung my hat.
Home was always where my family is at.