If there's one thing I may tell you

Let it be: You are your home,

Your body is the only house 

That you will ever truly own,

Maybe it's got some broken windows

and there are tear-strains on the floors,

Maybe you lock the things you wish you weren't 

Behind its many doors,

But there is wisdom on its bookshelves

And a laugh to light the rooms,

There's a vase upon the table

Where the love you've grown all blooms,

Dreams sit on the mantelpiece

Next to kindness and your trust,

Where you use them all so often

They have no time to collect dust,

So please don't look at mansions 

With that envy in your eyes,

There's more that makes a home

Than its appearance or its size,

Your body is your shelter

So you deserve to love it all,

Don't let the world stand round outside

And tell you how to paint your walls,

How lucky that you have somewhere

To protect you from the night,

And if there's cracks left from the past?

Well then they just let in more light. 

© 2015 Erin Hanson // thepoeticunderground.com