“My home was a ruin. And then
I met you and learned the difference
between heaven and hell.”
My home was a ruin. At least to me it was. Monsters lurked in every darkened corner, and the creatures that lurked in the night were more than shadows and wild imaginations going on hyperdrive. They were more than nightmares or a skinned knee from reckless playing. My home was my hell, only I didn’t know it then. I just knew there was never a place I could feel safe. And I often wondered if it was a fictional concept. And then I met you and realized what happiness and love truly feels like. So thank you for teaching me the difference between heaven and hell.
© Sarah Doughty
Thank you for always
reminding me that
there’s a difference.
Sarah Doughty 
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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What a powerful poem. I have known others who survived brutal evil in their childhood and later found healing and love. I am so thankful that is your story, too.
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I am thankful as well. I don’t know where I would be if I didn’t have the support system I have today. My life is far from easy, but it does help ease some of the burdens.
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We will always be thankful for those who teach us this difference.
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Yes love. Exactly!
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Must be nice, finding that someone else to make you feel safe…
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I’m sorry, my friend. I do have that person to help me, but I still feel unsafe most of the time. My soul is often unsettled.
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