Home is where the heart is,
Unless you are me.
Cos home is a place at times,
From which I wish I could break free.
Home sweet home,
A fallacy we think is real.
When the walls are cold with loneliness,
And living there’s an ordeal.
Home, define the word please,
A house, a dwelling, a place for one’s heart?
A prison, a dormitory, shelter?
I wish I could tell them apart.
You’ve given me stability
In my unstable world
A body to climb on
A place to anchor myself
To keep me from the chaos around, the mortality
Of a life once straight, then all of a sudden…curled
I’ve plucked all my feathers…
And made us a smooth Nest
A place for our souls to rest
A home for just us two
Sliding, locking ourselves inside
The realness of our truth won’t let us hide
Loosening the rusted chains
We sip our inspiration
And as our flesh opens and rains
Our arms extend to fortify the walls
Feeling our pleasure-dome’s perimeter
Inside our private speakeasy…
And one cuppa tea…
via Daily Prompt: Nest