Home

Home is the place where you can look in the mirror

press pause

And no longer see what you fear the most.

Where your anxieties take a second

no longer pondering the what if’s of today,

The memories of tomorrow, and the future of yesterday’s

Home is a breath that you grant yourself

Entering the threshold you feel the safety net catch you

and your body

is allowed once again to relax

Home is not a physical place, but

a mentality of peace that a physical object brings to you

For me,

Home is the place between snowflakes

The familiarity of space

Where the focus is no longer on the difference between snowflakes but on the similarity of space

When the snowflakes pile together on the ground

When the site of the in between can’t be seen

It can be heard

By the crunch of a boot

Signaling the snowflakes aren’t alone

Signaling the space, home, is still there