Home.

Recently, I've been thinking some about home.
Not the one I live in here.
That would be the one that currently needs a thorough cleaning,
a fresh coat of paint, and oh yeah -- a new roof.
Nope, I've been thinking about my actual home.
The place I really belong.
Because there is a place...
big enough to hold all my worry,
absorb all the struggle,
and answer all the wondering about when, if, why, and "how come?".
When I walk into that space, my rest will be enough,
my tears will be no more, and my joy will be complete.
The day that everything becomes possible,
when the 2nd, 3rd, & 4th chance feel just like the 1st, &
my need to scrap and claw and prove are over...
I'll know I'm home.

Forever,
    for good,
       forgiven.
Heaven.
The only home I've ever needed or actually really longed for.