My place

Soon I might have my own place.

I find incredible joy in the thought of letting my place become a safe haven for those whos homes never truly were homes.

I want to create a place people feel comfortable being the way they are. Truly accept and welcome them for being one of the same kind.

Its value stems from my personal experience.

I havent really felt at home in years.

My mom and I fail to coexist.

There is no love from either side. At least not shown or enacted.

Reflecting on the past, this situation has been going on for longer than I had perceived.

It is way too late to change things now. The situation is too complex. The roots grow deep.

But the future is mine.

The time when I will build a home will come.

I have listened, I have observed.

My pride and hope stand high.

I will have my place.

I will have my home.