Retreat

Home is my haven,
The place I retreat.
The place I relax,
From the edge of my seat.
I don't know if this,
Has always been my way.
I just know,
I now feel it strongly each day.
There are days I could happily,
Stay locked behind door.
To recuperate from days,
Where I chose to explore.
It's the place that I settle,
Safe to sleep.
It's the place where I hide,
To softly weep.
It's the place I control,
What is thrown at my brain.
To regenerate, rejuvenate,
Before I'm out there again.