Home is Where the Heart is

Home.
Something yet everything.
One place yet many meanings.

Sometimes, near.
Other times, so far.
Yet, it can be felt.

A place of protection.
A realm of freedom.
Somewhere we can be ourselves.

A home, not a house.
Feelings, not bricks.
A reassurance that we will be fine.

Years spent don’t make it.
Warmth received stirs it.
Even in the midst of the most unexpected.

No matter how far,
No matter how difficult,
We all return home one day.

For some, a place.
For others, a person.
Home is where the heart is.