For The Most Unfortunate

Coldness, Darkness, Sadness Was I stranded …. or abandoned? A silent song that is stuck in my head all though there is nowhere to rest it for I see no bed. DARKNESS, like the jaws of a beast trying to consume me. But darkness surrounds me, and I am trapped. I need a house a place with walls and a bed with a roof above my head. Or a home, a place of laughter and trust place where no one is in a rush. A place that is safe to share your secrets with each other you smell the delicious cookies being baked by your mother. Opportunity, like a rainbow after a storm, like a friendly hand helping you on your feet it is a wonderful feeling that just can’t be beat. To have a home you must live, love and learn. A house is a structure. A home is a feeling.