My Safe Place
52I always hated being there, home
The abuse, verbal and physical was more than I could bear
There was no natural dynamic
My family life was a mishmash of moves, divorces, abuses and confusion
Home left a bitter taste in my mouth
I found myself constantly on the go, anything to get away
No smooth happy memories to caress
No place to calm my spirit with soothings songs of love and laughter
So I hung on to my dreams
Locked away in a box for a later day
I was determined to create a much better life
Now I have my own home, more than wood and stone
No yelling, fighting, abuse, or disregard
Our home is our safe place filled with happiness, hugs, kisses, and charm
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Thank you so much, Rose.
this was so touching and it made me feel all kinds of different emotions. I am glad that you did not let your dreams go sometimes that's all people have. I pray that you will have love joy and alot of laughter and happiness. So God bless you and I will read more of your work. If you would like you are welcome to read mine.
Yeah. I didn't have much of a home either. We are survivors.
There's no place like home. Thanks.
Rose Gold 3 years ago
I can sooo relate to this!
May the Lord continue to move in you!
Rose