By- Traci Taylor
The sky outside falls dark,
autumn is slowly transforming into winter.
Flashback of memories flow through,
triggered by the scent of snow.
A sudden sense of familiarity takes over
to a time when home was still a place
not just a feeling.
Grow up in a place for 23 years,
and have it disappear.
Lose a sense of security,
but also the definition of home.
Eyes slowly shut,
wishing for that missing feeling.
Patience is the puzzle piece.
Time will pass unexpectedly
November will come and go quickly
the scent of December brings realization.
Home is now a feeling, and self love was the equation.