Reflection

Behind the Unlocked Door is Home

Thankful for the space I can be myself

Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash

Home is where I don’t need a key to enter.

When I am lost in the world, dizzy and weak from all that is expected of me, I go to the place where only one knock is needed to let me in. A soft knock, barely touching the frame. A hard knock with bruised knuckles. The door pushes…