Home is a feeling. NaPoWriMo 2018. Poem 17

Home is a feeling.


It is when your mother wraps you in her arms
As you watch a horror movie
While you never feel the horror
Because you haven’t yet found one that can scare you.
It is when you and your dad drive down an old road
At eleven under the stars
listening to the CD that you gifted him
On his last birthday.
It is when your best friend waves you bye
And before you can walk away
He grabs and pulls you towards him
Because you didn’t give a goodbye hug yet.
It is when your ex takes your hand and squeezes it
Because even though you aren’t together anymore
You both still have each other’s back.
Home is not just a room with four walls.
Home is a feeling.
You don’t build a home
Instead it builds you.

NaPoWriMo (17/30)