Home
A place I retreat to
at times to retreat from
where joy brims
anger seethes
where one feels held
and at times most misunderstood
a witness to
births, rebirths
grief and memories, blurring
welcome solitude, sometimes aching lonliness
love and passing hope
passions overflowing
aging, forms changing
a place that bears marks of lives lived and loved
A place called HOME
