A Visit

I haven't seen this in months
This place I used to call home
It feels like years ago
Being here now is what I yearn

Understanding holding me up
Like a gentle cradle of love
Acceptance cooing my problems away
Like a mother to her cub

Such a frail building I've made
Left so untended for so long
Such a barren place I've found
Like a childhood nursery song

The meaning doesn't matter
Being here is what I need
The moral doesn't matter
Comfort is all this feeds

Like an abandoned house
Here I can sleep forever
Like childhood memories
Even the mouse seems friendly

There's nothing wrong
Here in a happy memory
There's only comfort
Before I go on my way