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Is Home really Home

         Are you on the road, or are you safely at home? Think about it.          



At the time of thinking about this, I was and still am, safely at home. This hasn't always been the case. There was a time in my life; I was much younger, when I would have done anything to get out of where I was living.

Home is a relative word, going home doesn't mean it is one; sometimes it's just a house, a place where you live. It's where others also live but where you don't belong, except to be abused. Don't get me wrong, I have good memories. I also have whole parts of my childhood memories missing and some awful ones I want to forget.

I don't know about on the road, I'm not much of a traveller. I just know that what goes on behind closed doors is something people don't know about. Today, I may not have slipped through the cracks. Today, I may have been listened to, but then there were carpets under which to sweep things. There are times when I wish that for this reason alone, that I was a child now instead of then.