Healing Home

Our bodies are carved with scars of survival
Our wounds are yet to stop bleeding
There is no place for our pity
The ceilings are low and the air is thick
We have lived our whole lives in survival
Running, and sinking, barely breathing
We have known that we were conceived in pain
Born with pain engraved in our souls
Forced to live in fear of love
We have survived our fate but our bones are yet to heal
Our souls have grown weary
There are thorns on our pathways
The walls are covered in blood
My heart presses down on my chest
The pit of my stomach feels heavy
I can feel my throat closing up
Healing requires experience
Experience of a past we wish to escape
To feel the pain of yesterday
Experience the grief of that choking past
Until we feel the fear disappear
There is no cookies and warm milk here
This house is filled with dispersed pain
This home feeds of our broken souls
Until we attain desired peace
There are no flowers here
This house requires we grow our own
Until anger or forgiveness is ours too keep