Not Yet Home

Not yet home...

Saw a place, loved it, but was aprehensive at first.

The fear was a of fear of change.

Went back to see it.

Fell in love all over again.

Took 24 hours to be sure.

24 hours later, the landlord turned into a monster.

Took back his offer.

Now back to square one.

We don’t have a new place to live anymore.

Exhaustion beyond belief.

All faith stripped away.

Left a little part of our soul behind - 

residual shells - the worn ghosts of hope.

Need time to rest. Need time to get lost.

Need time to forget that we're

 not home yet...