A Home Of Words

I have built a little home with words,
Where the walls are made of hope
And the windows are filled with dreams.

Every morning,
A new ray of inspiration enters,
And every night,
The moon wraps it in a blanket of peace.

My words sometimes cry,
Sometimes smile,
And sometimes quietly become the voice of a heart.

Some lines hold a broken courage gently,
Some awaken unfinished dreams once again.

I write —
Because writing, for me, is living,
And every poem
Is a heartbeat of my soul.

If you too are searching for peace,
Then come,
And make a little corner for yourself
In this small home of words.