I Live in a House, Not a Home

I grew up in a house, not a home;
You may wonder why.
Is there any difference at all?
Well, if you know me, you'll understand why.

The house had bricks and mortar
It sheltered parents that I love,
A sibling to take care of me,
With blessings from God above.

Yet I feel most at peace 
Far from these mortar and bricks,
The world seems more understanding and open
It doesn't expect magic tricks.

I do have weaknesses
I'm not perfect, I'm me.
I try my best to reach the sky
And swim to yonder seas.

Care, appreciation, trust and concern
Were what I was looking to find.
Since I didn't find them in the 'house', 
I had to broaden my mind.

I slowly tried to spread my wings
And tested unknown storms
Learned new things about myself
And watched myself transform

I dared myself to break the limits
And watched them crumble before my might
I realized that I had the power
As long as I could put up a fight

As I return to the 'house'
The place of mortar and bricks
"Aren't you glad to be home?" they ask me
And that's when the pain really pricks.

A momentary lapse, I tell myself,
There is no gain without pain
I'll break free and climb new heights
And build my 'home' again