I said in a scared voice that
"I'll be trapped", over and over.
you were there to bring me back,
to peace, to present, just with your
words and embrace.
I felt secure and free to be happy,
free to kiss you and welcome
your touch on my skin.

Home might sound like a warm place,
perhaps I have distorted the picture
of it in my mind,
but it is rough, with sharp corners, and feelings of powerlessness.
The old walls of my house are still strong enough
to contain the yelling voices, disconnected marriage, financial hopelessness, rotten food, Salvation Army clothes, "family time", mental
and emotional struggles that lie within.

Being with you helps me escape home.
I am enjoying our time together
and I appreciate your honesty
and ability to share your stories
hidden at home with me.
Let's take to the road and
move forward from the past,
I don't want it to be an anchor
anymore.