My Home

By Hiya Ranka

One said,” What’s home, if not the first place you learn to run from”

And often time i wonder

“What is home?”

I agree

Home is the place you want to escape to most

But isn't home also the only place you want to return too

after you learn to leave it?

Isn't it what you find the most conform in

As an adult?

The very same place and the very same people

You rebelled against all your teenage years

Isn't home just four walls?

You come back in search of answers

Because it's here where you learnt to ask you’re first questions

Isn't home just a place?

You wish you never outgrew

But now that you did

You return

Just to see how far you have come along

By Hiya Ranka