My Home

People say a house is just wood and stone, But I love my home because it’s the only place I’m truly known. It’s the reset button at the end of a long, noisy day, Where the heavy world outside simply melts away. I love the way the morning light hits the floor, And the way Dallas meets me, tail-thumping, at the door. It’s a kingdom of small, grand moments Safe from the storm under my own familiar skies. I love that every scuff on the wall tells a story of living, Of a space that is patient, warm, and constantly giving. It’s my palace not for its riches, but for the peace I find, With a loyal heartbeat leaving all my worries behind. My home isn't just a shelter from the rain or the cold, It’s the place where my favorite memories are grown and told. In these four walls, I am safe, I am free, and I am whole, Because I’ve built a home that finally matches my soul.