Where is home?
Amongst time and the ticking clock?
Within four walls, stern floor boards
A room with a view
A welcome invitation?
I'm looking for my home. If I ask will I be told?
An empty nest?
A secret treasure chest
I'm dressed in my Sunday best
A place for comfort and consoling.
A gentle smile
Tales of fortunes and adventure
Songs and laughter
Absorbed in long-lost conversations.
But where is home?
In the piles of strewn clothes?
A door of thorns and haunting walls.
Doors slammed shut
Words falling on deaf ears
A blind eye to my flow of tears.
A withered rose
A past lie that must not be mentioned
A turned back to my cry for your attention.
So, Where is home?
For I have no fear of living alone
Collecting my worth, feel myself unfolding.
I look straight ahead
Raise my head
Wake from the dead
Creating a home with each breath that's inside of me
Finding peace in my secure, safe sanctuary.
With the reflection that I see
I form a dwelling, deep in the core of me
That always accepts and is warm and welcoming
A true home through love and nurturing.
Always living with the self that I've been holding
Inside of me is my only true belonging.
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