Welcome Home

(I started writing poetry a few months ago, and this is one of the favorites I've written so far)

Home is supposed to make you feel safe, right?

Home is supposed to make you feel happy, right?

Home is supposed to make you feel at peace, right?

Then why does it feel like it’s such a lonely place to be?

Home is supposed to make you feel comfortable, right?

Home is supposed to make you feel supported, right?

Home is supposed to make you feel secure, right?

Then why does it feel like it is all crumbling?

Home is supposed to fill you with warmth, right?

Home is supposed to bring you joy, right?

Home is supposed to lift spirits, right?

Then why does it feel like a place you avoid?

Home is supposed to calm your restless mind, right?

Home is supposed to give you strength, right?

Home is supposed to be a place to unwind, right?

Then why does it feel like such a heavy place?

Home is supposed to be where love is, right?

Home is supposed to be a refuge, right?

Home is supposed to heal the wounds, right?

Then why does it feel you’re lost, even when no one is around?

Maybe one day, it won’t feel so lonely,

and the walls that crumble can start to stand tall.

Perhaps the silence will soften and fade,

And warmth will fill the empty halls.

Perhaps the light will find it’s way inside,

guiding you through the darkest night.

And home won’t pull you down after all—

it might just be where you begin to feel right.