Love Poem | Yolanda Cowan

Haven House

Inside my home the world is not black.
I see visual reminders of what is good,
reasons for waking up each morning,
and constant reminders that I am loved.

My home offers a quiet, peaceful serenity.
It is a place of emotional refuge.
It was the only thing that seemed right
when everything else seemed so wrong.

As I closed the door of the only life I knew,
my home was the one stable aspect that remained.
Taken for granted for so many years,
I now respect it.