Home is where the mask can slip
The mouth can speak
And the tongue is loosed with love.
Home is where the heart can bleed
The soul is freed
And you never feel alone.
Home is where lungs breathe easy
Legs are no longer prone to fleeing
And eyes can close without danger.
Home is where you feel welcomed
Not as an unspoken burden
But as an equal, comrade, and friend.
Home is where you feel accepted
Where you look past petty differences
And hold close in welcoming arms.
Home is not counting favors
Not counting trips to the fridge
Not feeling guilty for existing…
Home is where I want to linger
Home is where I want to sing
Home is where I fall asleep in peace.
Moonlit Poetry 