Home Is Where the Heart Is
Home should be bliss, a place we can rise
to awaken each day with clearer eyes.
A structure, a room or arms wrapped around
someone who's heart calms beyond bounds.
Home can be anything that speaks to your soul,
a safe place to go to with no usual role.
A haven to allow yourself to be you,
no guards enclosing, only grand views.
Undress your alter ego that you put on
for the others.
Naked and raw you can walk uncovered
not smothered.
Lay your head on my shoulder,
rest until you sleep.
Inhale my body scent
dream until you weep.
Home is where you feel at ease
and your heart hears love.
Home is nothing but a place
fitting like a baseball glove.
Copyright © Kristen Bruni | Year Posted 2011
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