It heals.
Thinking of it makes me happy.
My place of good memories.
The one place everything good is in memory.
Bad days, yes.
But it is solace.
It renews me.
It revives my spirit.
All there sees me.
I have overcome fear there.
I have learnt, grew, fell and went up again.
You cannot possibly understand.
Unless you can relate.
The dogs come and go but the new ones don't bark at me.
I am not afraid of them, and they don't find me as a threat.
I walk as I please.
I dance so low I don't care who sees,
I scream so hard, I don't care who hears.
I shout so loud no one cares.
I laugh hard I'm not embarrassed.
I get mad openly.
I cry openly.
I don't hold back any emotion.
I let go of me.
I become free.
A place a woman single handedly created for me to become me.
So, ask me again,
Why do you think I love home?
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A Fire Within
PoetryThe ups and downs of a simple woman who is trying to make sense of life, hapiness and pain.
