Home (A place within one’s soul)
Is Home in the arms of a loved one?
Is home a place that you feel safe?
Or Is “Home” the chaos you grew up in?
Is “Home” the constant yelling, and degrading insults?
Is “Home” the feeling of never being enough,
Is “Home” the slap to the face before school?
Is “Home'' constantly worrying, wondering, when your
Next meal will be?
Is “Home”a toxic parent,
Someone who manipulates you before you can
Even understand what manipulation is?
Is “Home” something that is taught to us
Without even knowing it?
Is “Home”, looking for similar situations
That remind you of “Home”?
Do we look for the chaos in others to feel
Home to me was in the embrace of a friend's mom.
Home to me was in the smile of the cashier.
Home to me was in the teenager who saw a scared
Girl, and walked me to safety at a basketball game.
Home to me was in my boss who answered my call
At 10:30 at night to help find a spare tire for my car.
Home was in the friends who taught me
Love, kindness, and forgiveness.
Home was in the school teacher who stayed
Later just to help me, one student, who struggled.
Home for me was never in one person, or one place.
Home was in the small acts of kindness from others.
People who showed me that there is good in the world.
That is “Home”.
About the author
I have a desire to inform the world about the effects of child abuse and how it can alter the development of your brain and leave the child with a life sentence, that was 100% preventable. .
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