A House and A Home

A house is halls that echo, clean carpets, and empty cupboards

A home is sounds of family, stains that tell stories, and cupboards full of memories

A house is what my home become when my mother left

It’s hard not to feel the void the absence of her laughter leaves

When Parent becomes monster and family becomes foreign

When your room used to put you to sleep but now it keeps you up

A house is not a home when your family makes you feel alone

 Home for me is the opposite of what it should be

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