Home- Bethany Pace (19)

Home?
What is a home?
a home can have various strung out definitions,
But to me
Home is not quite
Where you live
And where you stay
And where you currently exist
And continue to be
Where you feel you cannot leave
Where you feel trapped
Unsafe
Scared
And lonely
That's no home
No place to live
But actually
Where you are wanted
And where you feel safe
And loved...
"You can't go around making homes of people"
Is what I continually tell myself
Day by day
Over and over
But I did it
I made a home of someone who was capable of leaving
A person is similar to a house
We have a roof
That occasionally
When the floods come
Strong breezes blow
Or Lighting strikes
Shingles may only strip off
But Sometimes sadly
The entire roof caves n
On top of the person that was counting on the home to keep it alive
And safe
And well
Be a life line
What once made you feel safe,
Severely damaged you
And your sense of security
But
What if home
Is a person
And that person
Is your safe place
Your go to
And where you're wanted....
But then it comes crashing down and you realize somethings eventually wrong
You haven't become lonely, you haven't become single...
What happens,
When you become
And feel homeless?
Because your home....
Has two legs
Two arms
Two eyes
Lips
A brain capable of rash decisions
And ears
That they don't ever use for listening
Because my home
Had a head on their shoulders
And lips to speak rude things
But what happens when they walk away
And your home
Grows legs
And leaves you..
When you watch the window frames smash
The lamps break
The mirrors crack
But sadly
The home
Seemingly stayed intact
It will easy find a new inhabitant
And forget about my footprints
And the way I lived
How I calmly existed inside
I have become emotionally
Erratically
And painfully
Homesick
For you