Where I Belong

Home is where I can cry on my mom’s shoulders When I’m experiencing feelings as hard as boulders on my shoulders. Home is both a ticking clock, a new amazing adventure every hour! It’s a place where I also get irritated and frustrated With some family members. This is the balancing scale of my life. It doesn’t matter where you live, It matters who you are with. When my family’s with me, I feel like I’m at home. Home is a place where I belong with the feeling of trust, nice and strong. This is the balancing scale of my life. Home is like an open gate, It’s open and free for me to breathe. It’s also like a sandy beach with grains of disappointment But mixed with waves of eagerness. Home is the key to my family tree. We are like a triangle and depend on each other. If one gets taken, the rest falls in. This is the balancing scale of my life. Home is a lucky place where I have what I need. Home is also a place Where I take it all in, Including memories. This is my meaning of home, The balancing scale of my life.