Home Is

Home is a shining star, my way to darkness. Home is my family, a house that gave me a wonderful childhood. Home is a peaceful memory where I spend my years with family, chaotic but happy. Home is a car, full of road trips and screaming. Home is warm, when I hug my parents. Home is water, flowing with my memories. Home is music that fills my ears with joy. My old home, filled with joyful memories I left my cousins and grandparents behind. My new home, where my heart has found hope again. My home is a poem, where everything doesn't have to be perfect. My home is a vine, where some branches are cut but still connected. My home is like a book that’s a never ending story. Home is when I don't need to be perfect to fit in my home is when I don't need the same last name to be family. My home is my parents, who watched me learn how to walk. My home Is a movie, where I finally got my good ending. My home is where I finally found hope to continue my journey.