Home To Her

Home to her

Home, for her it means so much more than a roof and four walls. She’s searched for what feels like her entire life trying to find her way back to that place. A place where her soul wasn’t shattered and the burden of what she carries wasn’t so heavy. During the day she doesn’t belong to herself, fixing meals and kissing the scrapes is what she’s accustomed to. At night she silently weeps, when the house is quiet being alone with her own thoughts can be deafening. She hangs on tight to her pillow, fighting away the demons that invite her company. She closes her eyes and begins to question herself, has she done enough? Is she enough?

She wears her heart on her sleeve and takes each step with a smile, not being fooled by the way the people she passes on the street seem to have it all figured out. She’s way too familiar with masks, and just how very well they hide the truth. After all the worlds a masquerade and everyone wears a mask.

You see, home to her lies in what she’s created, those beautiful little lives she’s raising. They have saved her more times then they will ever know, and while she may never fully be at peace within her mind, inside those tiny hands lies her heart and a place that feels right.