Original poetry print | A5 textured 300gsm paper | Unframed

“There's a place I go, where the frames and ceilings do not keep me,

but instead, they call me in - with sounds of guitar strings, sips of sweet wine,

a soft armchair to lean on and a fire warmth within.

There's a place I go - it is here, it is home,

it exists inside of me.

"Home," they said, "is where the heart is."

"Home," I replied, "is wherever I will be."

Home, where my feet fulfil their purpose, I'll carry with me, step by step, wherever life will lead.

For home will never leave me.

In fact, it's always with me.

It's wherever I will be.

"Home," I replied, "is wherever I will be."