Home is where the heart is …

Home, is where the heart is
and the husband, the kids,
the dog and the cat,
the worries and the fears
of what lurks beyond
these four concrete walls.
It’s crowded.

There’s barely enough room
for my anxiety,
yet it manages to find
a way to get in,
then lurks in the corner
of every damn room.
It’s watching.

I try to keep myself busy
by ignoring it all;
the washing, the dishes,
the bits of fluff
in the hall.
What a mess!
It’s distracting.

I know I’m luckier than most
I’ve got a place
to call home,
where I can patiently wait
for this universal
plague to end.
It’s agonising.

Yeah, home is where the heart is
and the husband, the kids,
and the dog and the cat,
the worries and the fears,
the anxiety and mess,
the wondering when
it will all end.
It’s existing.

#NaPoWriMo2020 #Day2

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