Two Choices

Home. Home is a place of happiness and rage. A place of comfort or a cage. You are annoyed and enjoyed. Home is not a building, it's a feeling. Something that everybody is seeking. Bricks and wood are not what make a home, it’s the people in it. Even if things at home split, there is something that stays the same. The love that we give and receive is never lit aflame. At home, there are good days and bad days. There is a straight path and a maize. In the end, everything is put back together by a thread. We all have a choice. We all have a voice. We can use our voice to make a choice of what we want our home to look like. We can choose a place of tears and spikes. Or a place of joy and love. No matter what, we are loved and that love will let us soar like a dove.