Coming Back Home

Childhood memories bring warm thoughts to mind, Old friends, family, and innocent times. Merry-go-rounds and childhoods left behind, Illusions, mimicking magic sometimes. Nothing feels as comfortable as home, Going back only strengthens that feeling. But returning deadens desires to roam, And tethers hearts to their place of healing. Coming back home is the soul's comfort food, Kindling flames that keep family fires lit. Home is not a building; nothing so crude, Oft fragmented, yet not easily split. More than anywhere else, it's where you're loved, Especially for those who feel unloved.