Recently someone said to me ...
"Far from it" I replied.
"My home is filled with love."
Anger welled from deep within.
"Have you been to my house?
That's far from what's happening inside.
"Our home is full of life."
I may struggle mightily,
but no one sees it.
Finances may weigh me down,
but we keep juggling.
Sanctuary created
between the walls.
Trust constantly building
to strengthen them.
New traditions were started
and cherished.
Fun memories made.
Adventures planned for the future.
Goals set.
Dreams shared.
Ideas valued.
Personalities blooming.
Long ago, my smile was broken
my spirit, and yes, sadly my heart.
But never, ever my home.
My home is not broken.
