Building a home

Im lereaning how to have safety embroided in my veins

Im relearning how to let go of the knives aimed at my door.

Im relearning how not every loud sounds ends up as a catastrophe.

Im building a home where the doors don't get slammed autamically,

Even if they do apologises follow

Im building a home for myself where yelling doesn't occur on a daily basis.

Where love can be found in every corner,

Not just the one you have to scratch and cape.

Where the walls can be painted with the brightest of oranges,

Because joy can be expressed without feeling judged

Where you can stay in after a hard week ,

Because it is safe to sleep in and just rest

Where people don't come out of their room carrying hand grenedes

Where you don't have to read their faces to determine if it is safe to come home after school

Where the dinner table is not a war zone

Im building a home where after boundaries respect follows

Where apologises go both ways.

Where hugs aren't something you steal

Im building a home that echoes safeness

And where my loved ones are welcomed in.