Home

Home is not only walls and doors, Not just a roof above my head. It’s the place where my worries soften, Where my heart can finally rest. It’s the sound of footsteps I recognize, The calm of everyday life. The comfort found in familiar faces, A shelter from the world’s noise and strife. Home lives in slow and gentle mornings, In evenings, peaceful and nice. In moments that feel safe and steady, In a place where I can grow and transform. It’s in shared laughter and quiet talks, In stories told time and again. In knowing I am never alone, Even when days feel heavy or plain. Home is where I discover myself, Where mistakes become lessons learned. It’s where I’m guided with patience and care, And valued for the person I’ve earned. It gives me strength to step outside, To face what lies ahead each day. Because I know I can always return To that comfort that never fades away. No matter the distance, home remains, A feeling steady and true. It lives in memories, love, and hope, In everything that shapes who are you Home is not just a place I live, Or a spot marked clearly on a map. It is a part of my heart and soul, A belonging I’ll always have.