Home is in the smell 

After a long journey 

Climbing up the same 

Narrow staircase,

Peeling and chipped steps. 

The welcome scent 

That has grown strange

As a distant memory.

Home is where love surrounds you,

Enveloping and washing away 

The sore and ache

Carried from worlds away. 

Sometimes home

Is not the material construction

But the embrace 

Of arms that envelop, protect 

And at last again 

You feel safe. 


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