Home.
A four letter word I know little about.
Move.
A four letter word I know much better.
Boxes with possessions packed away safely.
Hearts filled with sorrow for the friends I am leaving.
Home.
A four letter word I know little about.
Hurt.
A four letter word I know much better.
Wounds carried unseen from by toxic words spoken.
Trauma from the trust that was broken.
Home.
A four letter word I know little about.
Love.
A four letter word I now know better.
Mother’s kind patience while healing from trauma.
Her heart filled with hope that things will get better.
Move.
A four letter word I know much more about.
Home.
A four letter word I want to know better.
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