Home

Brick walls glowing an earthy red from the warmth of the messy familial embrace

Large windows invite the light in, to feed the lush souls within

The garden is overrun by flowers - unfettered & wild

The brook at the edge babbles in tandem to the lively discussions within

The spritely breeze brings with it the seeds of change - unfreezing time

The material house stands proud in the open expanse - unprotected

The home within & beyond diffuses from the heat of the effusive love within - ever spreading

The material house is a fortress built to hold change out

The diffusive home is a flame ignited to grow with change

Maybe

Deep in the changeling universe,

there lies a volcano,

simmering and seething,

I stand at its edge,

enclosed in the warmth,

my feet burnt.

Below, lies the ocean, cool and open,

Maybe I should leap into the ocean,

leave behind the demons I have known and grown,

without me, they will die

they were mine,

without me, a part of me will die too.

Maybe I should leap into the ocean,

frolic with the waves,

heal the burning,

there won’t be any ground beneath my feet,

the warm embrace will cease too

without ground, a part of me will cease too.

The wind tousles my hair,

teasing me, inviting me impatiently,

part of me is convinced,

I want to leap,

to feel something new,

part of me stays on the volcano - clinging to the burnt bits.