Home

Home isn’t always a place, but it can be a feeling
It may be a person
often a memory
It tends to be where you go when you run out of places to go
the whisper that drives you away from homes that aren’t….home
Home is where the soul runs barefoot
where your love unpacks it’s bags
Home has a way of remaining unrecognized until you leave
the trail of breadcrumbs that doesn’t seems to appear until you are ready
Make it, break it, take it…
Home is where we know we belong

~DGR