It’s that feeling of leaving,
Then coming home.
There’s nothing else like it;
The air smells fresher;
The breeze blows sweetly;
You notice the birds chirping.
Each sound you hear,
Each sight, carries meaning.
It’s waking up in the morning,
The sound of waves
Crashing against the rocks.
It’s breakfast with a view;
It’s being with the ones who love you.
I feel at peace.
My soul has found release.
It’s a safe space for some;
For others, it’s in the heart,
But once you feel at home,
There’s no better place to start.
Every race can be run;
And winning isn’t out of the question.
Home makes it all better;
I pray that we all have one.
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