A Lover’s Home

A man said to me once:

“I want to feel at home when I find her.”

And I love this.

Because don’t we all

want to feel at home as we fall?

Especially when you know

what home truly is to you.

Beyond the conditioned patterns

that feel familiar

but untrue to who

You’re trying to birth through

as the next greatest version of you.

What I’m not sure he realized in that moment

is that a home is something built by two.

A home is made through

every brick laid

from a tough conversation.

A home is created through each nail hammered into the wall

with a depth of curiosity

that makes anyone fall

into wider consideration.

A home is made from warm open doors

on the ugliest of cold nights

where demons wash upon

subconscious shores.

A home is something willingly built together.

Through stones of truth

laid one by one.

Around the alter of the hope

that this love, will be an enduring one.