December

Mid December Musings          Dec 15 2018

The smell of wood fire, hangs on the cold night air.

Seems a lifetime ago, that I walked there.

Decorative lights, twinkle in the dark.

Snow crunches as I cross the park.

Home, a single word that holds so much weight.

A safe place, laughter and tears, food on your plate.

Home can be anywhere that you dwell.

It can even be a small corner of hell.

Its been a year now, Iv had the same ceiling.

I live here, its nice but cant shake the feeling.

All this is temporary, its not really my place.

Im a stranger just visiting the human race.