Homebound

In the darkness of my room, I wake up alone, Yet, I feel no fear in the protection of Home. I walk down the stairs, in safety's embrace, It's a new day's dawn, with so much to face. Yet, I know I can make it through, For I'm inside the heart of Home, which I can always turn to. Or can I? “We've outgrown our Home,” my parents declare. But to pick up from here? And move out elsewhere? Why do I feel such sorrow? What binds me to Home? Then, my day starts. Though I enjoy myself at school, seizing my day, I find myself yearning for not far away. My heart is anchored to Home. At last at Home, we enjoy the rites of the evening. It's a funny thing, Home. Like family, it's constant and yet, constantly changing. My secrets root deeper, I fear judgement and blame, But my mother's understanding stays exactly the same. When in need, I no longer call my father’s name, But his loving guidance stays exactly the same. My brother and I may play different games, But his merciless teasing stays exactly the same. It's nighttime. Yet, unanswered, one question remains, What binds me to home with invisible chains? The memories; The constants and variables; The yearning; The family; All have forged the bonds of Home. Must bonds be broken with time? I think of our new “Home”- sorry, "house". Cold. Unfamiliar. A blank slate. An empty canvas. But Home shall prevail. Memories shall be made, laughter spread, tears spilt, From familiar rooms, comfort shall be rebuilt. Changing and enduring, we shall grow older, But yearning shall forever draw us in closer. And again, in time, my world shall be bound, Our house will gain Heart, and Home will be found.