Why Does Home Feel Safer? Why does home feel safer—than the noise beyond the door, Than the hurried steps of strangers on a world that wants more? Why does silence in these walls feel softer than a song, And the quiet hug of evening say, “Here is where you belong”? Is it the way the light bends through familiar glass, Or the memories in corners time can’t seem to pass? Is it the scent of comfort cooking slow on the stove, Or the echo of voices that still speak love in low tones? Out there, the world rushes—loud, sharp, unknown, But here, my heart finds a place it calls its own. No masks to wear, no weight to hide, Just peace like a blanket, and warmth inside. Home feels safer—because it knows my scars, It doesn’t ask me to shine like the stars. It welcomes my weariness, my laughter, my fears, And holds me with hands invisible, yet near. So when the world gets heavy, and I don’t know where to roam, I return to the quiet answer I’ve always known: Home feels safer—not because it’s perfect or wide— But because love lives here, and I don’t have to hide. - Giftie ✍️