"Home" - a poem

In the past, I have been known to complain about my home ... mostly because it's not mine, it's rented. What's not to love -- it's brand new!!  We're the first people ever to live in it.  Would I have done some things differently?  Absolutely!  However, after being in Victoria for the better part of nine weeks, I am TREASURING my beautiful home -- not for the physical aspects of it, but for the emotional.  It's just good for my soul to be home!!

Home

As soon as I
  cross the threshold,
inhale deeply ...
  breathe in cozy comfort,
  fill my lungs with my air.


I belong here.

Exhaling completely,
Pent up anxiety expelled,
I soak in serenity,
  enveloped in normal,
  blanketed in familiarity.

I belong here.

I put on harmony,
  agreement,
  ease,
like worn-in jeans.

I belong here.

Lounge in my La-z-boy,
  feet up,
  total relaxation,
  restfulness in
my humble haven.

I belong here.

Walks to town,
Steaming coffee with
  dipped biscotti,
Familiar neighbourhoods,
Known faces,
Well wishes ... hugs.

I belong here.

Snug satisfaction
  overflows my soul,
Permeates my cells,
As I ponder being
  wrapped in ease.
This is my special sanctuary.

I belong here.


Yvonne, April 2013