My Home
A House.
A House is brick.
A house is normal.
A house copy and paste.
But my home is the most outstanding, magical place where I wish I was stuck to it like glue.
My home is like soil, and I am a seed. I’m planted and grow with memories.
As I grow, I feel high and low, but with the proper care, I am aware that this is where I'm meant to go.
Home is like chili, warm and flavourful, but too much is a dust storm.
When lightning strikes, home is nice, and shelters you when electricity spews.
Home is where I took my first steps
Home is like my nest
People come and go, but home is where we flow
People listen to me,
For what I have to say
Even when I want to stay
I have to go away, one day
When I think of home, I might grin
But this is where I stick my pin
My shine might have been stolen,
But plenty of polish is here.
Safe, and yet to be stolen.
At home.