A Memory of Home

I felt at home, like a remembered scent on the breeze
of flowers blooming forever in a shared memory
and of smoke rising to meet leaves quivering in the new heat
and sounds of laughter escaping the firm grasp of time
I felt at home, like a good luck charm warming in my pocket

Pushing

My mind remains a constant jumble of thought,
while the battle to stay or go is slowly fought.
A comforting routine or new adventure for me await,
and with a small push forward I will find my fate.
Though while my life is colored golden I still seek more,
to rip and crumble these enclosed white walls of four.
And then beneath the broken resides a beginning of new,
for now in a world of restrictions I will do what I do.