What Home Means to Me
Home is a place of love, we are treated like doves. It’s a place where I can express my fears, I am quickly shifting my gears, trying to steer towards cheer. Always celebrating because we are here, a place of no harm, it’s like home is a lucky charm. It feels warm and cozy even when there’s a storm.
Playing outside in the misty grass, with a breeze of air blowing the trees. I have the key to open free.
Home is truly a place to be. I am starting to sleep, counting sheep in my dreams. No one is perfect we all make mistakes, but everyone deserves to come back to a safe place.
If I am sad my brother makes me glad. A kind gesture or act of goodwill can make all the difference to someone still.
My home has roofs and walls ready to catch me when I fall!