This Old House

The place that we abide
in such tranquility and ease
as the chamber we feel free to undress
like sacred nest of pure contentment,
built within our mind
not bound by walls or maps,
but the shelter of our thoughts.

It is an address we create
while searching for a house
shaped by the one we envisioned
as a hearth for mirrors,
reflecting who we really are
without someone to shattered into shards
by criticism’s hammer
any peace we gained from the occupancy.

To outside eyes this residence is hard to perceive
having no form except in our head
that we erect by our words
using the timbers of our hearts.

Though it may never seem a mansion or castle,
might even appear as a shack to others,
but when it is that domicile within
totally true to what we love
then it an utopia
unconcerned the opinions of inspectors
because we call it home.