
home to me,
is a place in clarity,
whether that’s a thing,
or a lively wonder of being,
home can be life,
of ones surrounding,
however they choose to glee,
in what we call home,
in a dome,
or maybe even in the snow,
in the words that you speak,
can be home to ones peak,
if life goes by,
i pray one seeks,
this amazing journey,
sparked with a seed,
to be surrounded by,
peace and serenity,
it can be a place,
or a thing,
it can be in the midst,
of a sting,
it can be humans,
and animals,
or just love you see,
the mind comprehends,
how i choose to see,
the heart always draws me,
to what’s called for me,
whether that be,
in a space of a tree,
i see home in everything,
including in me
About the Creator
Bailey Andrew
poetic justice | i like to express in short poems
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