Home
By Nathan W
Published 17 September 2015
A home, everybody has one
Somewhere where all worries fly out an open window
Somewhere where is different to everyone
A safe haven, a place to call my home
It is unique to me in ways nobody else can see
Where i can see all my loved ones, under one roof
It's like a hermit's shell
Where it lives and where it feels safe
The shell is as hard as the orange bricks.
The texture is as rough as sandpaper
The place I always wake up to a new day.