New Home
It's true. He felt like home.
A home that was warm yet rather worn and broken
like the house you grew up in.
It's all you've ever known.
But you have to let go eventually.
Leave.
Or it will become dangerous.
Tears will be shead, yes.
But oh how lovely it is to move into a new home
with a solid foundation
and a window seat overlooking a clear horizon.
This poem is about:
Me