What is A Home
15 different "homes",
5 different adults,
2 different states,
twice without blood present.
Being alone was a burden
placed upon me,
it was not taught.
My shoulders are no longer sore
from the weight of bags
being carried everywhere.
They are strong,
waiting for the next time
pressure will be applied.
Now,
I know no bounds
to where I can adapt.
I know no bounds
to where comfort is.
I know no bounds
to being independent.
I have no bounds.
I am free.
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