Home sweet home

My home is and will always be found within myself.

Comfort is not easily found, much less when I am vulnerable.

In my home, I am safe.

In my mind, I am alone.

The murals along the wall, inspired by bittersweet memories

are now replaced with dark wallpaper.

Dust clings to the chairs, tables, floor as I stare mindlessly through the cracks between the boards nailed to my windows.

It’s dark, I’m alone, I’m stuck, I’m scared

But at least I know I’m safe.