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!