Broken Glass and Other Thoughts

Home

Home.

Torture?

Love?

Hate?

Everyone says they love home.

What is home?

Is it where you live?

Where you sleep?

Or is it somewhere you feel comfort?

Like a library?

Or is it someone?

Someone you love?

Someone you find comfort in?

Could it even be something?

Like a childhood toy?

Or is home a feeling?

A feeling of love,

And acceptance?

What is,

Home?