My Home, My Safe Space

“What is home?” you ask Home is a place where you are free to moan and relax I come home to ponder To think and to wonder When life smacks me in the face with sorrow and guilt I come back home to rebuild Not knowing how to deal with my emotions I come home to get away from the commotion and depression Once I start getting ungrateful I remember I have food on the table My home covers me with shelter When some have to say outside and deal with the severe weather Having a home is having a gift sent from God You might say my definition is peculiar or odd But think of all the wonderful things Think of your parents or your siblings If you knew me when I was seven or six It would be very strange for to be writing this I lived as a first class citizen Once I immigrated to Canada we started from the beginning Immigration made me think How ungrateful I have been How dramatic I was with all my unnecessary cries I took for granted having a place to sleep at night Losing all that I had Made me understand It doesn't matter what I face My home, my safe space