I used to think home was four walls and a door.
a place,
not a person.
how can a person be home? Is what I thought.
but Ive come to realise it's not where you are.
But who your with.
home is so much more than material.
home is so much more than where you wake up and fall asleep.
home is how you feel.
safety, love, security.
joy, comfort, relief.
home is a refuge.
home is you.
YOU ARE READING
we still exist here - c.k
Poetrya collection of poems - written by an old soul trapped in a young body, about love, doubt and heartbreak. these are in the order that I wrote them, in the order I fell love. these have been written over a period of time, my skills improve overtime...
