I wish for a space.
Where I am safe.
But not a safe space.
A safe place.
My home.
Home started with you.
I felt the warmth from the hearth heat up my chest.
Nuanced feelings that I was scared to trust.
I hoped to build upon the foundation that could've been the shelter for us.
As quickly as floors were being laid, everything was torn away.
The tornado of my disorders, doubts, anxiety, mistrust and delusion all encircling me.
Encircling us.
I took away everything we knew because I couldn't handle the mold on the door frame.
I had to focus on such small things when I didn't realize what I was building
A home.
I was finally building a home.
I lost what I had before I even had it.
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My Halcyon Days were My most Rare Dreams
PoetryA compilation of poems whether big or small that I either forgot I wrote or felt too shy to share with the world. This will be my official place for all of them that have been created and for all those that will be in the future.
