What does ‘home’ mean to me?
Living peacefully by the sea?
A simple house; bricks and mortar?
Or is it something, someone, much bigger?
Would it confuse you if I said
that I had no home?
No place of comfort, nowhere of my own?
No building, no person, no safe-haven in sight –
I don’t have a home. Nowhere feels right.
No safe person, no favourite place –
No cosy sofa, no saving grace.
I used to have a maternal figure
whose love felt like home.
But now she’s moved on and I’m all alone.
A seaside town once seemed a possibility,
However now, there’s no chance, unfortunately.
Home to me is somewhere warm and secure,
Somewhere worth getting excited for.
A place to heal when your health isn’t great,
A place to relax, in any state!
But for those of us who have nowhere,
The whole idea seems quite unfair.
Everyone should have a place,
Somewhere fun, warm and safe.
When life’s detritus gets too hard,
We need a home to breathe and recharge.
So whilst most people will tell you all about
their idea of home,
Spare a thought for us who are fending on our own.
About the Creator
Rebecca Smith
She/Her
Just be f*cking nice 🙌
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