Maybe “home” isn’t four walls and a roof
Walls scattered with photos
Or a fenced backyard.
I’m beginning to realize that home comes in many forms
The best feeling of home is found within a person.
A person who sees your soul & even in the darkest of corners
they cozy up and make a bed.
Choosing to lie with you in the confines of your mind
because they know that the night time does not define you.
You see, four walls not only exist within a structure.
They exist within your head, too.
Maybe it is true when they say,
“you can only love others to the extent if which you love yourself.”
Why not pursue the rebellious act of loving yourself?
You just might find your way home,
& I hope you do