When Home Hurts

Home, that place you can leave but that never leaves you.

Home, full of warm hugs and piercing sharp words.

Home, where it all began and wont stop being.

Home, there is love here, buried beneath a mountain of fear.

Home, could it be without the hurt? Or does hurt hold the walls together?

Home, could the doorway be anything other than a nosedive into sacrifice?

Home, could you provide simple comfort? Or it always be hugs and hellfire?