In truth, home is a mystery.
It comes in moments of respite from the horrors of reality
and quells the demons born from an idle soul.
Home, then, is found in a word of comfort found on one’s tongue after the world has taken its toll.
It is in how high a tree may reach in forests of silent reverie.
It is a lover’s laugh and a childhood pact,
in the deepest of lows and the soaring highs.
It is in the extremes and the constants
of a world filled with both.
About the Creator
Kelsey Miklovic
I've been writing my entire life. I quit my corporate job and now find myself immersed in my passion for writing stories and poetry. When you're a writer, words will always find a way.
Website: https://kelseymiklovic.wixsite.com/my-site-1
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