a poetic analogy of loving a PA!

[veevee]

My home

Tuesday, February 08, 2011
9:59 AM

My home is where my heart is,
I feel secure there every day.

My home is where I'm happy,
It helps me find my way.

My home is where my hope is.
Without hope my life is dim.

My home is where my joy is,
Little hearts have filled it to the brim.

My home is feeling scary,
Something is not right.

My home is feeling weird,
I sense whispers day and night.

It's walls have become shaky,
And the paint is fading fast.

It's doors are shutting tightly,
And strange shadows are being cast.

I can see sewage in the cellar.
From someone's dirty deeds.

I can see a roof that is caving,
Under the weight of lying leaves.

The pipes are banging daily,
Pounding out for my strong hand.

The ceiling is crumbling to the floor
Forcing me to try to understand.

My home is being neglicated,
For the wrecking ball of lust.

My home is now destroyed,
From the remnants of that dust.

My home is where my grief is,
It cuts me in everyway.

My home is where deceit lives,
And it haunts me everday.

My home is now my "what if" prison,
Where I am tortured thru and thru.

My home is now my own"I'm worhtless" captor
And I dream of something new.

My home has made me awful,
I have become such a good spy.

My home has made me compliant,
To all the betrayals and one big lie.

My home is full of wasteful nothingness
And I won't survive here long.

But my home is where my heart is.
Until freedom, I must be strong!

[Broken Spirit]

Veevee, it is beautiful the way that you put this into words, but hurtful, also. My heart aches for all of us SOs and PAs that are going through this journey. Hopefully, home will be "Home, Sweet Home" again one day... :(