Home to me is not just a place I go to
Or a person I see.
Home is every part of me.
The bright red color of my hair
The smile on my sons face
The groggy morning coffee before work
My dog jumping on me, digging her claws into my chest
The best friend I can't go a day without talking to
The Uncle who supports my wildest dreams
The eye rolls I give my brothers
The gentle hugs I give my sisters
The car I drive
And the shoes I wear
Home is not always perfect
Sometimes it's messy
Things get left behind to collect dust
It's not always happy, but
Home to me, is the life I've worked tirelessly to create
It may not be much to others, but compared to where I use to be
I couldn't imagine a better home for me
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Sedona Goodbar
Love to write and listen to music.
My writing styles varies drastically, anything from Feature articles to poems
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