Dawn, a little too early
But the right time to steal a little sanity
Walking tiptoe down the flight of stairs
My morning time is mine, not to share
Hesitantly I open the creaking door
Peaking, hoping, scanning the floor
Not to get face to face with uninvited guests
The roaches and lizards are true pests
I get into business, I’m about to be free
I Make, take, and sit with my tea
Breathing in the pure, fresh scent
Sunrise. my Couch. My invisible tent.
This is the place, my very own space.
Not a place that’s seen my best,
Memories here haven’t been the greatest
Love, fate, hate and love- probably in that order
This used to feel like a war-zoned border
There’s drama, there’s tears, this place often feels like a goner
But as soon as I leave, I want to be back here sooner.
‘Cause here I’ve built an abode of my own
with my spouse, my kids, my very own home
I Curl up my feet, my hair in a bun
Maybe not exactly the ‘regular’ kind of fun
But Home is where I want to be
I want to be where I can let me be me
I accept myself, with my baggage & flaws
Why should I battle- mom’s vs. in-laws’?