Unbolt the lock and
open the door,
step into the familiar
safe haven
where life thrives
and harm is left outside.
Close the door,
exhale,
you are home.
Why this poem? I’ve had reason to take a few short trips recently and was reminded how, no matter the reason for a trip, I start out anticipating its conclusion. Coming home is always the best part of any trip for me because I know I am coming back to the place where I am my truest self and where my real life happens.
