Home Poem by Isaac Hil

Home should be a happy place, a relaxing place,
though sometimes, it can become a prison.
Past failures lurk in corners and broken promises roam the halls like ghosts full of mistakes and woes.
Happy sounds can fill the house, or hurt can hang over you like a cloud.
Silence and Isolation make everything worse, and they are hard to escape.
Pain can be a motivator to dig yourself out of the hole and break through the bars you have made for yourself.
The bars have seen the rage, now break out of it.
Free yourself and find home.