Home is him,

Home is like a flower garden blooming in due time.

Home is our bed,

The care,

The love, compassionate understanding.

Home is his arms and the way we ignite.

His hand on my cheek with a look no one’s ever given me.

Home is his place,

It’s like my body hydrating.

Water flowing through my veins.

Home is hydration, full of compassion.

Home is love,

The hugs,

The looks,

The calm before the storm.

Home is the way we react and still being able to close wounds.

Ultimately home is within you,

Being able to breathe in your skin without holding your breath for too long.

The ache in your heart replaced with a start,

A new journey of life.

Make your home within your soul, practice self love and calming the storm, give yourself grace and begin to let your wounds bleed and breathe.

Be your own home with life in your skin.