Home

I'm really into writing poetry and short passages these days. Here's another I wrote today!

Home

Many people have different definitions of the word "home."
For one person, home is where they sleep every night.
Where they cook theirmeals and take a shower.
The place they can call their own.
For another person, home is where they grew up.
Where they learned to ride a bike, or swim, or do a cartwheel.
The place they can run to.
Maybe home is just a place where you feel like you belong.
Or maybe home is a foreign word.
The single thing you've been longing for.
Some people don't realize that the place they now call home is only temporary.
There is a place above the clouds, stars, and atmosphere.
Far away from our earthly lives.
It's not a house, or apartment, or shack.
In fact, no one really knows what it's like.
But I know it's a place where you don't need to sleep, eat, or shower.
A place where there is neverending love.
No hate, no tears.
A place where you always belong.
A place called Heaven.