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May 2013
Home is usually defined as a place where one lives, a physical structure, or where someone was born or lives for a long time.

I started thinking of what home was to me.
A place where I really feel safe and secure.
Somewhere I find complete comfort and feel like I can really be what I am; lazy, stupid.
Where I can cry and scream and laugh with complete sincerity.
Where I know I can run to for a strong shelter.
Where I can hide my feelings and emotions at when I leave in the morning
Where there may be leaks in the ceilings or cracks in the walls, but I learn to cope and move on.
Where, really, what I need to survive lies.
Where I want to be all the time.

Then, thinking of you, I realized home can be a person.
Who's your home?
Jacqueline Akers
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Jacqueline Akers  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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