Sacred Home Poem by Laura arwen

An organized home
is very clean
and perfumed
Sometimes the home
is a stifling
cage
Sometimes I don't
want to open
my home to
someone
The home is
determinant to my
emotional stability
My home is
so sacred that
has become my
eternal refuge
I let people
come in by
only invitation
I'm proud to
have a tidy
and clean house
It is my
protection from the
terrible world
It is my
temple where there
is the pure
truth
In it there
is much tolerance
I think I'll
let the pain
out of the
gates of this
house
In it dominate
the wise decisions
In this home
I'm free from
anxiety, negativity and
bad thoughts
In it hovers
the most sumptuous
respect
In this home
I feel purified
and glorified
I think it's
the perfect home
for my ridiculous
foibies and my
disastrous obsessions