It is the shelter above my head and nothing else.
What is home?
Home is a dwelling place with benefits
Like when you’re playing tag as a child and holding onto the pole at the park deemed as “base”
Base is the only place you’re supposed to fully be safe and immune to harm in the game
Now imagine “base” being removed from tag.
You would be running around endlessly struggling to find freedom until either the round ended or you got a game over…
My home life has never been a positive experience.
The atmosphere is clouded with the spirit of Debbie Downer with a side of infinite stress and my parents fighting all the time.
I feel like I’m tiptoeing on lit coals with criticism in the background disguised as love being force fed into my mouth.
I’m on a mission to find my voice;
Every time I speak a barrier seems to deflect my purpose and overtake my belonging…
Visions in my head sound off to search for direction but have led me to hell and back
Nowhere feels safe anymore;
What is privacy anyway?
My room and car are subject to search even behind locked doors;
The negative energy overtakes the entire space…
Every waking moment feels like a fight against the shadow monsters with your secret weapon being disabled.
Sadly, it seems like the only way to win the battle is to teach myself to fly and flee to find the escape rope to my freedom…
What would you do if your home was the enemy?
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