If home is where the heart is, what happens when a heart is split in two?
Is it the people you are with, the feelings that you feel, or the experiences you’ve been through?
It can’t simply be the walls, the kitchen, or the yard,
There has to be more as to why leaving makes feeling whole so hard?
My home is filled with animals that have been given a second chance,
Floors that have witnessed sisters learning how to dance,
Kitchen tables that hold secrets and stories and plenty of tears,
Walls that showcase snapshots of beautiful moments throughout the years.
My home symbolizes comfort, security, and peace,
It is a place where I can run to whenever I need a release.
It is a place of control where I know expectations and routine,
I find safety in knowing what to expect from morning till evening and everything in between.
But life is full of lessons, pushing and pulling me in new ways,
Sometimes it feels I’m stranded in an unending maze.
Nothing worth learning is easy and northing easy is worth learning,
So I’m quickly realizing, these lessons keep my heart and head turning.
If my heart is part of my body, it travels wherever I roam,
So when will my location begin to feel like my new home?
I’m trying to learn home is what I make of it wherever I am placed,
And that it is ok to have two homes, without the first having to be erased.
It’s still a constant struggle and I feel my heart is split in two,
I feel I took half of it with me and Bethany, I left the other half with you.
So God please help me as I continue to search for “home” while I am gone,
Continue to be my security, comfort, and peace that I can depend on.
