My Home

I am one of many lucky people who have a home, but I am one of a few who want to share what home means to me. Home changes my mood and makes me feel joyful. All the hate, anger, and rage dissolves as soon as I reach the most sacred and praisable place of all time, my home. Nothing ever can change my feeling about how I feel safe and disasterly good (really, really, really, really, really good.) It makes me feel cared about and supported. Here's a little haiku I wrote: A house has more space but a home is filled with love My home is perfect Some things in my home I can’t describe, something being the the cold shivers going away, the hot fire melting into happiness, and the tired spirit in me melting away turning me into an energetic, happy kid, who has big dreams inspired by one of my best things, one of the best things, my amazing house.