A shelter from the storm

of her own creation

Home is more than

a place to lay her head

A beacon in her endless nights

she sets sail for safe harbors



A sanctuary in a world

of empty bottles and broken needles

Home is more than

a distant memory

An anchor in her ocean of despair

she rides each crashing wave



A fortress in a battle

of addiction and recovery

Home is more than

the answer to her desperate prayers

A vessel that houses hope

she finds her way back, bruised and battered



Not a quaint structure

no picket fence

Home is more than

a picture perfect postcard

A gathering of loving arms outstretched

she opens her heart to the healing embrace




* Dedicated to a beautiful spirit that I call friend



prompt: Sunday Soul Write #14



photo: mine