Belonging

After the break up when they split a sense of loss, fear, anger and pain. A father doing is best a older sister who beacame insane No sense of belonging a longing for a place to call my own, to call a home. A mother dealing with her own grief listening to their arguing, moaning. No rules or boundaries. Seeing things a child shoudn't see Insomnia kicks in due to anxiety No sense of belonging a longing for a place to call my own, to call ahome. So she got wed but again instead was lost in translation, no love or jubilation A man who cared, yet others who judged So after all theses years through the tears I finally have a place to call my own. Where One can be themselves and feel at peace. No swaaering or shouting. Just my place to belong.