A Home is a House, but a House isn’t a Home

A home can be found inside a house, But a house isn’t always a home. A house is made of bricks and cement, A home is built from memories, love and trust. Someone’s home can be their house, While someone else’s is their pet mouse. A home is filled with peace, And its love will never decrease. My home is laughter, My home is kindness, It is the memories I built from every chapter, And it is priceless. Though my house is safe, Loving, happy and definitely not a myth, Some people have a house filled with loathe, Or no house to begin with. Some houses can be abusive, Some houses can be pressuring. Some houses can be unsafe, Or filled with hate. Some people don’t even have a house, But these people still have a home. They have relationships with people that aren't always blood, Which are stronger than steel. A house isn’t what people strive for, A home is. A house is a building with four walls and a roof, While a home is everything you could ever dream for. A home is the trust and relationships we built with people, It is where we spread our wings and soar, A home is the memories we make in the chapters of our lives, And is something I will never forget.