Home to Me...

I sit cross legged

in the evening rays -

a yellow glow warms the air,

autumn-leaf-golden -

the sun aged after a day.

I close my eyes

and breathe…

deep in, release out,

the light infusing within.

I feel it warm my heart -

My home.

Behind closed lids I hear the day -

my wins, my wars, all mine.

But here within there is no battlefield,

For here, I am at home.

I know me.

No fear, I say - be honest.

"We weren’t that great with this

But very nicely we bossed that!"

I huff a giggle, inside sharing,

nobody need understand:

for the windows may be dirty:

the paintwork a little musty:

the gutters needing a repair…

But I don’t care.

I know me,

And I am ‘home’.