Home is peaceful.
My heart still resides in this place where I've wept sorrows.
The walls I've stared with numbness crawling my chest and with eyes that held nothing but quest,
are the same walls which makes my eyes reflect zest as warmness encloses my chest,
as I see the dancing reflection of the sunlight through the canopies of the tree right outside my windows on those walls.
The windows which showed the cold saddening pourings of rain,
are the same windows that allow in warm rays of hope to heal my peels.
Home is peaceful.
My heart still resides in this place as it forever has and will forever be.
YOU ARE READING
Soles Of Her Heart
Poetry"She writes as her heart bleeds with pain, pouring the pain through inking the paper, yet the pain demands not to leave her. " Just want to start writing poems again. 🙃 -Z❤
