Home is Moments

home to me has quickly become people, over places

it is defined by my memories, not my place of rest

home has taken many different forms;

crammed apartments

spacious rentals that never felt owned

laying my head back on the swaying tire swing that hung from a blossoming wood.

I believe that my idea of home

Directly correlates

With my values

Especially love

Of my family

and a love of my dreams

Sometimes

When you have not one place to call home

You feel misplaced.

I feel that growing out of a space

Is healthy

And trying to fit somewhere you’ve outgrown is only fighting nature

A losing battle.

Home to me

Will continue to be written

I see it as an ongoing scroll

That works to define my inner peace.

I hope to be written into many individual ideas of home.

I’ve been able to detach from the negative moments of my growth as a human

And was never squashed by things I had no control over.

I know that circumstances are different from many,

And that often times home makes them helpless.

I want my home to be wrapped in safety

Shelter sobriety and sun-drenched moments of tranquility, for anyone who may enter.

Home is people and hugs and happy hysterics that linger and make life worthwhile.

Home is just that. Moments.