I don’t need a mansion, nor a castle made of stone.
It’s not about the building
That makes someplace a home
I could live in Scotland, or an island in the sea,
Or in New York City
If that’s where I want to be.
I could live with dozens or be the only one.
A cat, a dog or just a bird
Could be a lot of fun.
But if your soul is empty, and you can’t be alone,
If silence makes you crazy,
Nothing feels like home.
In solitude I find some peace,
A chance to revel
And chaos release.
Amongst my friends my heart expands
Enfolds the warmth,
Drowns out demands.
My home is where I am secure
And safe enough
For my heart to endure.
About the Creator
Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.
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