Home…  I think I may find you this time and not so much in the place I have been looking these 26 years- but in myself. I feel my anger rising, my resentment strong, and my will bending to it.  The fights within me, the turmoil of past events struggle to break free, longing to rage without interference. Love and sorrow battling within this flesh I am learning to call home; threatening to rip apart before I have fully moved into its shelter of bone and skin.  All that holds my walls together is a strong purpose to succeed… to forgive.  And the thought of anything but love prevailing tears me apart, tipping the scale in favor of my grief and anger- and I am lost all over again without a home to lay my head.