When Home Feels Heavy

I carry the house in my hands each day, Yet my heart longs for a little getaway. Is it too much to ask, I wonder still, For one free Saturday, a breath, a thrill? Walls can whisper, but they cannot heal, A walk outside shows the life I feel. Not escape, not distance, not running away, Just sunshine borrowed for one Saturday. Some call it wrong, some call it vain, But home alone can feel like chain. All I ask is a sky to see, For love feels lighter when both are free.