Home Is a Feeling

The silence of people,

But the sound of birds.

The exit of the sun,

But the entry of the wind.

That’s what home feels like to me once I was at peace with my own presence.

Early mornings when people first wake up,

Long drives to places that were first made up.

The feeling of water knocking on your skin,

Warming up your body and making you forget your sins.

Feeling the sadness go away when your mother says “it’s okay”,

Living the way you want to live with no restraints.

Feeling safe,

Adventurous,

And Fearless in my own body,

Because I am home,

And home is in me.