Poem #22: Home.

A palace, a home.

Somewhere I find solace, somewhere I don't have to show.

I don't have to impress, I don't have to be strong.

Somewhere to sleep while my hair is caressed, somewhere I can sing all my songs.

Somewhere I can laugh stupidly, and reject depression.

Somewhere I don't have to give my all solely, somewhere I don't have to give off a good first impression.

I want to rest there, I want to cry there.

I will do my best then, to get to that special somewhere.

And until I do, I won't lay down one moment.

My home, I will get to.

And then I will rest on a bed that is golden.