Home

Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe. A place where you can go to get away. When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway. Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up. I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care about if we were okay or if we were stuck The lying and the pain that was placed on us for a long while. Home, I realized this isn’t a place I should go to for help when no help was there. When they knew about the pedophiles and the hurt us kids had to go through not caring if our hearts had a tare. Home, was this really a place I could go to when I was in need? “just kiss me for a minute”, “don’t move”, “it won’t hurt”, “come sit next to me” he would plead. Late movie nights that would turn into fights or that room that would turn into her getting abused not having a care in the world for her own children but she thought that was fine. When having a thought that her child got seduced. Oh but Home, “please come home”, she would beg after we fled that house and moved on into a new home that was better, safer, and more caring. Home, I can now call where I'm at a home. Because they care about us and what’s on our minds and won’t just say nevermind if we don’t understand. Home, go find your place that makes you feel safe, cherish every moment you can and don’t let it go to waste.