~ TEMPORARY HOME ~

Home is where the heart is they say,But what if you have no home to start with? Do you also have no heart? A home is meant to be happy,constant and loving and safe environment for all. So why are there so many broken homes? Why is it that our own parents can’t love us or make our home a happy peaceful place for us to lay our heads every night? Why is it that our own parents would rather let someone else raise us when they are the ones supposed to love us with everything they have. I don’t understand because my mom was a wonderful mother but my dad is the one who took that shine from her that sparkle in her eyes . where is my happy home? I don’t have one. How come us children can’t be saved too? Everyone is stuck on a princess and king! What’s the kid's fairy tale? Who will come rescue us? This new place is not where i want to be, it’s a stop along the way. I do not want to be here. It’s just a temporary home no a temporary place. I am young and learning. I know my path already and i need to find my place in this world, I need to know where i belong. Crazy thing but as I pass these streets and glance from windows I recognize nothing as mine.  And slowly I die knowing no one will cry when I die. Because I’m just a little speed bump trying to make a way in life all on my own It’s hard! I’m 17 years old girl the world seems so big in my eyes. But I’ve learned to figure It out. If I have no one else I will ALWAYS have myself through the dark stormy nights. I may seem so young, but I know reality all too well. I know one day I will no longer live in darkness. It will be happiness and peace. I will shine so bright. But, I can’t wait till I get my wings and fly to where I’m supposed to be. This Is only my temporary home no my temporary place and once again this is only my temporary home. It’s a long walk home but I’m close.