Home is my Identity

Home is where I come after a hard day, a haven to relax and play with no threats in sight. Home is an empty page, with room to write, to express myself in all that's right. No matter how crumpled the page gets, it always comes back together. Home is like a puzzle and I’m a piece that belongs, I fit in with my family, my food, my room, my walls, and guess what, we all get along! Home to me is more than four walls; it’s a warehouse of memories with a spirit that will always stay in my soul. Home is like a thoughtful story, with a sacred palace in my heart that I will never forget. Home to me is like a garden with plants that are wild and alive, leaves blooming with flowers that thrive. Home to me is like a home base in baseball, where I start and where I end, good moments and bad moments all happen at home. Home to me is like a charger, a home base to revitalize. Home to me is like a song, with notes to play and no way wrong Home to me is my world's axis, with room to be who I want to be. Home to me is where I want to always be. Home is me.