A Home for the Invisible Illness
A love-hate relationship
Home is my safe haven
Home is my prison
These four walls
Calm me, soothe me
Close down on me
Home, a place of so much pain
A place where I can hide
From the pain of the outside world
And never come out again
The things I love:
My books
My plants
My postcards
Of other places I have been
Windows in other times
Better times
The things I hate:
The dust that covers everything
The noise of the houses built outside
The windows that look
In other people's lives
Where a beautiful field used to be
With wild roses and poppies
My home:
The place I can't let go of
The place that warps things in my mind
The place I want to keep forever
The place I want to leave behind
Home…
One day it will be another place
Of happiness
And no more pain
Happy home
And nothing other
Prison no more
Home again
About the Creator
Helen Olivier
I mostly write to share emotions.
You can find me also on Medium: https://medium.com/@Helen.Olivier
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