Her House

That house full of love and pride,
Not yet stained by my hands,
The safe haven where I like to hide.

I would lose my mind without her touch.
She keeps me from going insane.
Yet, I can’t be there too much.

I can always find my refuge in her home.
When my pain becomes too intense,
It is there I like to roam.

Her voice soft and forgiving,
Her tongue sharp and true,
Guiding me to a new beginning.

That place made of mortar and stone,
A lifeless inanimate object.
But a place where I’m not alone.