Broken

Home is where the heart is;
Where the light is, where the dark is.
Home is where the tides rise;
All my enemies, my allies.
Home is where my mind goes;
Where my blood flows, where they all know my secrets.
Home is where the love lives;
Where we forget, we forgive,
Where I am held captive.
Home is where the pain stays;
Where the flames blaze,
Where the promises lay – broken.
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It is sad that one feels that "home", where you should feel the most safe, would have you feeling broken.
This is a sad poem, but a good story. I wish I had words to make it better, but I have not the words that are needed. Good luck in life, Anthony