What is Home?

Maybe home is just a place to hang your coat

While you down a beer and cry in the bathtub

Is home what you make of it?

Is home where the heart is?

Maybe home is just where you dump your shoes

at the end of a long day and microwave a pizza

while the kids squabble over who gets that one toy.

Maybe all the trimmings don't matter -

fancy curtains, pine end tables and beeswax candles.

Maybe it's how you feel in your own body that matters most

Maybe that's home.

Your body is your home - this moving, thinking, breathing

body houses you. Is it loved by you?

There are cracks in your heart that let in the rain.

Some days you can see starlight through the holes in the walls

of your own skin. There's no fancy end tables, and you

might eat a lot of chocolate.

On stormy days the water pools around your feet

and you feel the weight of the world -

but this home is yours. All you, all yours.

Can you look deep inside yourself and find sanctuary within

Because you are your own home.

No matter what weather roars around you,

your home loves you. keeps you safe, holds you.

This fragile body holds you, this is home.