A capsule of insecurities
Between broken words and evil memories.
Home was the whirlwind of emotions felt on cold nights
The horrid thoughts crossing through my mind.
It was my fight or flight.
Closed doors and dark drives
Arriving "home" to shut eyes.
Faded jeans and broken soles
Half eaten meals growing mold,
Just another excuse for my ribs to show.
A cold bed and cold shoulders
With a fist full of tiny shorts as I got older.
My nightmares were reality,
And that's what home was to me.
Time has passed, memories did fade
They became distant but never erased.
Then came along my saving grace,
Hair wild and untamed like a lions mane.
Voice so calm and mundane, she kept me sane.
My home was always a person and never a place,
I call her Jay.
About the Creator
Tommi Straughan
I am apart of the LGBT youth community and grew up in a very tarnished family environment. I have been working on my mental health, and have been building my relationship with close friends who I now consider family.
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