Home Is And Isn’t

My home is a vault Invisible walls I choose when to let down Where I can pick who comes without fault Secure without stress that makes you drown But, Home isn't always a secure house It can be of a person or place Just where you feel without doubts Rather, always comfortable and safe Home doesn’t cross your limits It varies on your own values Follows your restrictions of who or what's in it Surrounding you with virtue Homes never the same for everyone Maybe for you it's a house full of warm faces For someone else, a loved one who listens In the end, home is found in both cases Home is the place you don’t have to hold back Don’t cover, hide, or change yourself for anyone Where you can cry and laugh, truly without lack The space where your personality doesn’t feel overdone Home can’t exactly be a perfect dreamland Not filled with cash and glory But it’s still that comfort place at hand That means more than a place full of inventory Home is where you enjoy the memories you make there Memories of warm, safe, and savorable times That when walking by, flash through your eyes to the air Memories you want to keep so bad, that forgetting is a Crime Despite the safe atmosphere of my Home Its somehow like a garden too So freeing being a retreat to roam While also needing tending to Needing to be persevered and cherished So you won’t lose that special place In the end And after all that Home is an endless thing Different and full of so much For who or anything So after all is thought is written I can come to one fact Home is an overwhelming lot Home is my everything, at that