To most people home is a place
Where you experienced love
A memory trapped in your mind of happy thoughts
A meal that when you smell it causes a smile
The memories so fresh they stay in your mind for awhile
Home is a place that brought you comfort
Even if you failed you know that you could always go home
Home to me is not a place
Home to me was not a happy memory
Home to me caused fear and pain
A place that I would dare not return
I’ve always felt homeless but had a home
I didn’t realize home until I made my own
It was not the place or the area I lived
It was the people my friends and my kids
My husband my dogs and the feelings of calm
The smiles the laughs the screams and cries
The smell of peppermint
A house that’s been freshly cleaned and bleached
I now feel safe and complete
I didn’t have a home, so I created my own
My terms my choices the ultimate goal
To have a home
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