My Home

by Spontaneity   Aug 3, 2015

My home is not an empty shell
that is called a house. Home is in
your arms where your love flows
into my heart and heals my wounds.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A beautifully written piece. Well done.

  • 2 years ago

    by - Mr. Darcy


    This is a lovely piece that you have penned here.

    Compact writing is like condensing all the great parts of a film into a 30 second clip. This gives them a vivid intensity that hard to find in drawn out writing.

    My home is not an empty shell
    Here you create an image of a home, yes, but much more than that. This home is a metaphor for a person, more specifically, you as you are writing in the first tense. Also, the statement is that a house/ you are not empty. Empty of emotions, namely love, perhaps?

    thats called a house.
    Quite right, an empty house is not a home. Just like a person in a coma is not really alive, connected with its mind and soul.

    Home is in
    your arms
    Here we have why your body is not a shell. It is complete in the arms of another being who presumably returns your love?

    where your love flows
    Yes, love is reciprocated and joins the circle of love that is healthy and nourishing.

    into my heart and heals my wounds.
    This is a happy, sad line. A person who needs love is what we all need. However, a person who needs love to heal wounds is in desperate need of a special healing love. A love that needs to cherish and care and protect. Like picking up a fledgling chick in the palm of your hands and returning it delicately to the nest.

    I hope this love nourishes you and gives you the strength to fly. Not away, just to be able to fly together unaided.

    Well done on this poem.

    Take care,