Home, a place, a noun, a word-
In a heart, that knows not of those bounds ‘home’ means something other
To this heart it means someone, it means people, it means love
In truth, ‘home’ is where loved ones are,
Where the ones who one are cared about live their roles
When this hear reaches it, no city, no country, no ocean can breach
The connection to those who are the home of one’s true given need.
A house, a place, a welcome mat
These are known to a physical home
Psychologically, not able to understand this concept the one who feels does not know
Why is a home a thing? How can home be a stationary place?
What is home when there is no love?
In silence, a house will wait
To the person this heart belongs to,
Love runs deeper than any solid gate
However, home was never ‘one’ but ‘many’
Due to a search that this heart had made
A friend, a lover, a good companion
An abode did this heart contain
Spoken of in the physical world,
Still unknown to a brick weaved in cement
Confused but not confined to
The homes that this heart had gained
Warmth, no matter where it went
One word, Home: a natural connection to love in its finest state
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Written 3.23.18
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