Home, Not a Prison

Home. Home can be presented in different ways. Love, affection, beauty. But some are neglect. Coldness, and those make a house not a home. A prison. My home isn’t a prison. Thankfully! I have a roof over my head and food even if I don’t like it. I’m still happy for my home. If a home is a prison. It’ll crumble sadly. YOU have a chance to make a house stand proud and strong. Even if you share a house with others that make it a prison, it’s never too late to give up. Remember this if you feel like you're in a prison. Of course, it shatters my heart to see a prison. Just like the house. You have a chance to make things right. Even if it’s too late, it’s never too late to try. I hope you have a nice home. I am grateful for everything.