Bubbles
I see bubbles
I see them rise from my hands as I stand surrounded by the sun's warm embrace.
I hear my brothers call to me from the garden.
As they play I am in awe of the beauty of their innocence
Or rather, what’s left of it.
Both have pulled through hell to find a place where, as children, they can truly belong.
A home.
My home.
A home is not physical
Yet you can break it.
It is something you can build
Yet you can’t destroy it.
My home is open to all
And by all I mean anyone willing to open their own to me.
A home can be broken, but never destroyed
Because a home is the bond you hold with those who need you
And that, is the strongest thing known.