What is home?

What is home?
Is it some place where you are accepted?
Where you fit in?
Where people will like you?
Or is it somewhere where you feel safe,
Protected, loved.
Or is home nothing?
Is there even a place called “home”
In all this darkness?
The darkness that surrounds the world,
That swallows us whole,
The darkness that strips us of our happiness,
And replaces it with misery and distress.
But in every dark corner,
You can find the light.
In that small crevice,
Is something truly delightful.
That light in the blackness of it all,
Open, warm, and inviting,
Is home.