Broken Home

Home is somewhere I can feel safe and free.

Somewhere I have space to flourish and cry.

Somewhere we can relax after a long day

And do what we love.

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A space where anything can be said or done

Without judgment.

Where my needs and space come first.

Where privacy isn’t a privilege—

It just is.

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I love being able to walk around pantsless,

Use the bathroom with the door open,

Sing as loud as I want,

Lofi at 100.

Home is where my peace lives.

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But my house doesn’t feel like home right now—

It feels like chaos.

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I was kind enough to give up my room

Because someone else was struggling.

Moved my desk into a living room corner.

It was fine…

Until it wasn’t.

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I work too long and too hard

To be segregated to a corner,

While others,

Jobless,

Flourish in rooms I pay for.

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The line of fairness?

It’s not blurred—

It’s obliterated.

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I said I didn’t want this house

To become a refuge for escape plans

That don’t include effort.

But it happened anyway.

Too many bodies.

Too much noise.

Too little me.

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All their stuff—

In my space.

In my garage.

In my peace.

They’re living like royalty

While I’m exiled

To the edge of my own life.

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I don’t feel like I can do

What I want,

Even though I pay for the right to.

Even though I work every day

To keep this roof over all our heads.

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I can’t write in peace.

Can't rest in peace.

Can't breathe.

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I have no privacy—

Not even a moment.

Not even a corner.

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I’m advancing in my big girl job.

I’m managing people.

Making big girl money.

Building a business.

Planning a life.

Yet here I am,

Uncomfortable

In the one place that should hold me.

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It’s madness.

No wonder I’m tired.

No wonder I feel unmotivated.

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I need change.

I need the room back.

I need space to create,

To exhale,

To feel again

Like this is my home.

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I don’t want to be at work.

I don’t want to be at home.

So where do I go?

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Where does someone go

When their sanctuary

Stops being sacred?

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I just want my house

To feel like home again.

Is that too much to ask?