Home

Feelings of nostalgia and regret, but with hope for the future.

Home.

It used to be an address.

It was more than a building however.

It was my sanctuary.

It was where I felt safe and accepted.

Now it is only an idea.

My former home never escapes my dreams.

But thoughts must turn to the future.

With these hands I will build a new home life.

With her I dare to hope again.