Two years ago, they said I wasn’t welcome.
In the home I had made my own,
over ten years.
I made a move,
To a house of one room.
The year I began to honestly heal.
If I’d had a welcome rug, it got pulled.
I was bitter but determined,
My new abode would have no rugs.
I began building myself again.
From the ground up.
Bitterness began to dislodge
Because it was too heavy and unstable.
Joy and peace are lighter and stronger.
It built me to this,
To success
To a home in myself again.
SickyBeat 