Is it still a home, when I feel

I don’t belong.

When my heart aches,

Nothing calms me down.

Heart racing. Mind playing.

I can’t erase. The feel.

My heart is not at home.

Peace. I need. My heart shattered.

I hold on, for love.

Beating. Stronger. That’s life.

As I wait for one more beat.

So I can leave, and be. 

Where the heart is.

Home.

In the hands of the one who birthed me.

Let me travel back and enjoy being a child.

To hold on. To love and learn forgiveness.

Under attack, being an adult feels. 

Mentally drained. I was never trained. 

Rain, the only time home feels. 

I reminisce. 

Warrior’s don’t quit!