Home has never been a place.
Even if it were, I’ve never had a home.
A place to be myself, to be free of judgement, and to feel at peace.
I don’t know that.
I had places to live and to exist. None of those were my home.
I was a ticking time bomb; ready to explode at any moment, and there was no home to keep me safe.
Any warm feelings I get in a place though, like it could be a home, I sabotage in order to protect myself, but still end up homeless.
Home.
It never was a place.
The feeling.
It was always the love.
And now I have found a home, but I’m scared to completely accept it.
What if this home abandons me, hurts me, and makes me homeless again?
I don’t think it’ll happen, but I fear.
I love this home and I don’t want to lose it.
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Angel Adagio
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Beautiful poem ! I hope with time You heal wounds of previous experiences and will be able to accept to receive the gift and feel it safe and comfort !