Home.

I wanted to come home and people were kind and brought me here.It is a place, but it isn’t home and I don’t know where home is. There isn’t another house but there must be home somewhere. I think home is where this isn’t really happening to me.
There are parcels everywhere but I don’t think it is Christmas, perhaps it was Christmas. I don’t want to go outside the door because I don’t know what is outside the door, but I know this isn’t home.
I want home with Paul and Beth and Stephen and cooking in the kitchen and dogs and cats and people I know visiting but I don’t know these people. Please tell me how I get home.

2 thoughts on “Home.

  1. I hope you’re day got better Shelagh 🙂
    x

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    1. Thank you Claire I’m fine now. Did some work this morning as a counselling supervisor , and as always feel energised by working. Actors talk about Doctor Theatre and for me counselling and supervision always brings me back to myself.

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