“Home”

I have this place I call home.
Place were I no longer have to roam.
As I sit here and look around.
I know this place I have found.

Is where I always wanted to be.
It is a place where I can be free.
Within these walls I can be myself.
I don’t have to put my feelings upon a shelf.

Instead I can lay them out for all to see.
Here is where you will see the real me.
They say home is where the heart is.
No matter what anyone does.

Within their own home it is their choice.
The only one they have to answer to is their own voice.
Home is place we can relax.
And be ourselves to the max.

It is where we can be withdrawn.
Or sit up till the break of dawn.
It is here that we know we no longer have to roam.
For this is the place we call home.

K.L.M
3/10/09

cheers

how true,...

Good one, Kristi!!

thank you


SKPCG thank you for reading & your kind words

There's no place like home...

Home

home always warms my soul

Loved your poem. Reminds me of a Beach Boy's song, "In my Room" that I used to really relate to when I was a young teen.