To Walk in My Shoes

My Hope

by Nera Bedell

My home rests within the cracks of another one’s trash, but I find gold in their trash.

In my home I’m never alone.

I’m always surrounded by the light of my happiness, the peace that’s in my silence.

If my home were my body, it would be my heart <3 It’s my north star, my “Don’t worry it’s okay,” my tear wiper.

My home is everything I want it to be.

To Walk in My Shoes

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