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Finally Home

For the Home Writing Contest

By Rachel PrettPublished 3 years ago 2 min read

It used to be that "Home"

Was a place intangible,

Found only in storybooks and

Words strewn together

To paint pretty pictures

Where my heart and soul lay

Between the lines.

It used to be that "Home"

Was a place I could dream;

Where Elizabeth met her Darcy

And women became secret knights

To protect Something

Worth fighting for.

It used to be that "Home"

Did not exist outside my fingertips

And the words beneath them

Begging to be written.

It used to be that "Home"

Was my agony

And my salvation.

And now


Is the fear of broken walls,

Knocked down to create better foundations.


Is not a dream untouchable

But rather

Difficult conversations

Ended with fierce, comforting hugs.


Is sour gummi worms

Hidden in a duffel bag

And sushi brought home

From the hospital cafeteria.


Is an eyeroll

And glazed over eyes

When I speak politics.


Is trolling a game

Of Ticket to Ride

Just because

You can't win.


Is insecurity

Met with soft kisses

And strong arms.


Is missing you

After just a week

And shoving you away

Because you demand attention.


Is sarcasm

And ruined puns,

"Do you get it?"


Is the lament

Of snores you cannot control

But apologize for anyway

Because I couldn't sleep.


Is truth unabashed

And sometimes painful

But borne together.


Is the denial of perfectionism

But the insistence

Of being "above average".


Is endearing

And enraging

All in the same moment.


Is a rose gold band

With a teardrop stone

Around my finger.


Is a proposal

After a day

Of me dragging you

From monument to monument

All but squealing

From my excitement.


Is rolling your eyes

And calling me a "nerd"

Because I can't help myself.

Home is not a bright, burning fire

But rather

A slow, smoldering ember

Given life by a gentle, pointed breath.


Is every day I am with you

And every moment,

Large or small,

We share.


Though silly as I feel to admit it,

Is you and only you.

Home is mine

And I am yours.

"Home" is finally real.

love poems

About the Creator

Rachel Prett

I'm a poet and a fiction writer. I can write quite decent essays, but I'd rather tell stories of the heart and speak with my whole soul.

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