• In a life that was once full then was empty, can anything be the same?
    Can I ever feel at home with the life I want back?
    Could home ever be the life I had before?
    Or will I ever have a place to call home again?
    No one can answer these questions.
    I walk into a place I once went to for my comfort, but the comfort isn’t there anymore, so I try to forget the pain that I feel from the lack of comfort.
    But no matter how hard I try to forget, I always remember and start to cry. The tears come and don’t stop, no matter how bad I want them to.
    And as I’m sitting there crying I feel a hand land on my shoulder, but when I look up no one is there. And the comfort is back and I stop crying and I have my strength back.
    Can I ever have my old life back?
    Can I ever find the comfort that I lost?
    No one can answer these questions.
    I then turn to leave and see my new home.
    The tears begin to fall again as the hand is gone and so is my comfort. The woes of life always come, the woes of life always leave, but as soon as they leave they come again.
    Can I ever have my old life back?
    Can I ever find the comfort that I lost?
    No one can answer these questions.
    So then I leave my comfort place, back into the home that makes me cry. The comfort slips away from me and leaves me alone. My body becomes cold as my home greets me with warm welcomes and hugs.
    And yet I cry, cry until the night has fallen. Cry until I fall asleep and repeat it. That is my story…
    Can I ever have my old life back?
    Can I ever find the comfort that I lost?
    No one… no one can answer these questions.