What is a home?
A building, a house, a room, or a soul?
Should my home be safe,
or chaotic like thunderous winds, hitting a lake?
The water dispersing like overwhelming tears,
not the calm ripple that is present after a conquered fear.
I know too well what turmoil is like.
Very far away from the ease of riding a bike.
I want the calm water, with a beautiful bike riders scenery,
but today I would settle for a home for my pets and me.
Where do I go from here?
Who could help me get there?
There is no family nor many friends,
so how would I find my way without believing there is an end?
I have support don't get me wrong,
but I have little active help that will lead me along.....
a journey so complicated.
Where is this end I speak of?
Is it near,
or do I need to wait for when God takes me above?
Where do I go, when there is no home?
I can only pray, that I will find my way.
Help me, help me, help me.................... PLEASE!
Copyright - Michelle Poet 1999