When most people think of home
They normally think of a building.
Some even say home is where the heart is.
which is true
For me
Home is where my mind is.
My mind has become my home
Where the physical building isn't.
In my mind I create a home,
A safe place.
When I'm feeling down and in need of comfort
I run to my home,
When I'm having an anxiety attack and need a
visual aid
I run to my home.
People often laugh when I tell them that home is
where the heart is
Often mistaking it for a joke.
My home, albeit imaginary is stable.
When I'm in need of a break from reality,
I run to my home.
I dare not say these things aloud
Afraid I might be called crazy.
But I know that my home is stable
Because as long as my heart beats
Then I am Home
