Sticks and Stones

I heard once that a home is where the storm stops.

I wish I’d known that as a child.

Wish I knew what t was to not feel the wind and rain at my back.

Wish I knew what it was like to have a respite.

But I didn’t.

The fact of the matter is that the storm raged wherever I went.

But I know now

I know how to waterproof my heart.

I know how to stand brave in gale forces.

I know how to withstand the storm.

And now that I have a home,

Now that I have something that protects me from the storm

I know I am stronger.

I know what I am capable of.