I could use the meter to create symphonies
I could use the figurative to evoke
I could use an exquisite diction to solicit
But I should not try to conform to a criteria
To garner your appreciation
My commas keep all waiting in silence,
A Testament of a much needed appreciation.

Many search for a home,
though many fail to find it.
Home is not a place that can be seen.
Home is not a place that can be touched.
Home is where the heart is.
The love we are given,
The love we share,
The love we give-
Those finite but infinite moments of joy
It is where the heart lies.
It is where home can be found.