Tear-Soaked, soft, safe, plushie buddies

Home use to be Judgment and guilt.

The anxiety of being caught being myself.

Them reminding me daily how I am different than them.

Emptiness swallowed me from the inside out.

Feeling so alone in a room full of "loved ones."

I never felt safe in 'their world' they created around me.

Love felt conditional and easily taken back.

Put on trial for anything they deemed taboo.

My cries for help were ignored and felt unheard.

My comfort was stuffed animal snuggles in the dark.

Tear-soaked, soft, safe, plushie buddies.

This was all I use to know to be home.

One day, everything changed for me.

I met another damaged person like me.

Another person saw me for me.

Another person heard my words.

Another person acknowledged my pain.

We all found each other in this life.

Home is now acceptance and unconditional love.

Home is made of the family I created.

Home is processing, healing, and being together.

Home is working together to be better than we were before.

I am lucky to have my new home made of love.

A safe place, a safe space to be myself.

Thank you Tear-soaked, soft, safe, plushie buddies.

You were always there for me when I needed you.

I will cherish our comforting stuffed animal snuggles.

Home use to be tear-soaked, soft, safe, plushie buddies.

But now Home is the safe family I created for myself.