Home

Home. A word so comforting and cool still so distant.

Like the sensation that we crave in scorching summer.

A simple word, home! What makes it a home I wonder?

Four walls, a ceiling and a floor perhaps, or perhaps the

Beating hearts that ache when I am late and the worried

Eyes that look towards the door often, praying my safety.

A place where I can make mistakes again and again.

I often ask myself, have I ever been home? Has anyone?

Or we just kid ourselves, with walls and warmth that we inherit.

I seek home, not just four walls, a ceiling and a roof.

Not just comforting embraces and loving kind hearts.

I do not know what makes my home, I just know I seek one.