Simple really
Four walls and a roof,
A moment
Another person, or a place inside of me
home is alive.
A place where I am seen.
Where my voice is amplified and respected.
Where I am never too much or too little.
Where magic is made,
and potions crafted.
Our home is a portal --
inside of this space, co-crafted and nourished by those living inside,
provides everything we need.
It is a relationship, cozy sheets, scents of slightly burnt toast.
It is where we get to be, without the expectation of others!
Without the pressure of performance, pleasing or conforming.
It feels actually like home is a dance partner, a dear dear friend.
Home allows rest, and replenishing and sometimes I never want to leave.
A shell with a revolving door--
a co-dependant love --
we need each other
It refuels me so that going out into the world is an adventure rather than a chore.
You come in, be it
weary or bubbling full of experiences to be processed
Spend some time, unwind and
L I S T EN
leave feeling safe, refreshed and able
it creates a pinwheel of movement and strength
holds all and nothing
And for me, it is just right
Home.
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