You Are My Home
A poem.
Published in
Jun 30, 2022
Everything is easier when you’re home,
Because what is home if not for you?
What is home anyway?
A distant place where I can feel okay.
‘Coz the cement walls feel aloof, the rug feels austere,
stiff feels that shelf loaded with souvenir.
Then you come along and set me free,
with you around, I can be me.
No worries plague my mind, I feel light
no internal discords, no demons to fight
The demons that have kept me on toes for years,
building skyscrapers on feeble fears.
But all that dissipates when I’m with you
you’re my home, my haunt, my ultimate milieu.
