They Say Home Is Where The Heart Is
A poem about what ‘home’ means to me
They say home is where the heart is
But sometimes home lies in your dreams —
Where all the world you’re not familiar with, but still love, can be seen
“It’s magical”, that’s how I’d describe a dream
The things you’ve never done or been before are suddenly real
But home can also be in the ground —
Where you lay flowers to cover up the reality of what used to be
Once it was a house where everyone laughed, but now
There’s nothing left behind but memories and remnants of love
Then sometimes home is in someone else’s arms —
Behind a locked front door, a bedroom just for two
It’s where you’re safe, where you feel loved —
But it can be the opposite too
It can be the last place you’d expect
Not far from where you’re standing now
You could open your eyes and find that —
Home is not a place at all
But a feeling, this is where you belong
This poem was originally published on Vocal as part of the ‘Homecoming’ challenge.
