What is a home
Is it a measly four walls and a white picket fence
Is a little shack by the ocean
Is it a tenth floor city view apartment
I believe a home is much more than that
It is the two arms that hold you together
The warm breath by your ear when they talk
I believe a home can be a person
I believe my home is you
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With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
