Poems

Your home

Imagine yourself curled up
Your knees are against your chest
Your arms are curled tightly to your chest as well

Your eyes are closed
And you are floating
In a dark place

There is no sound
No movement
No distractions
No wars

Nothing

Everything is still

You strain your ears

Hearing for any sort of sound
But you can't quite grasp it

You listened harder
Tensing your muscles

There it is

A low hum

It's difficult to name it at first

But you name it "Home"

It has a low sleepy hum to it

But wait
You hear more

Other sounds
Waiting to enter your ears
You welcome them inside

These warm hums are peaceful
They show no signs of danger
No signs of harm

They make you feel safe
As if you were at your home

Protected in bed
Under the sheets
Safe from the world and it's horrendous problems

You dare to open your eyes

Everything is dark

You are still floating
You let your legs relax and you extend your arms from your chest, holding them out in front of you
You stare down at your palms

No emotion is painted on your face as you gaze at what is levitating between your hands

It's glowing a brilliant color
Your color
The color that puts you to peace

It is a planet

Your planet

The place you go when you're scared
The place you go when you're happy
The place you go when you're angry
The place you go when you're sad
The place you go when you're annoyed
Emotional
Felling brave or courageous
Mad
Depressed
Compassionate
Humble
Shy
Stressed
The place you go when you need peace
The place you go when you need quiet
The place you go when you just need to go home

When you just need to go home, where do you go

A bed?
A forest?
A café?
A certain town?
A store?
A living room?
A computer?
A phone or app?
A family member?
A certain food?

What is home to you?

What is your planet?