by Kim Reddy

Created on: February 14, 2009

Coming home from work,that sickening feeling is starting to rise from the bottom of my tummy!

I start to sweat,I cant sit still in the transport taking me home...

I fidget,I play nervously with my hair!

Im in deep thought,So deep in thought their are 50 or more people on my bus...

I dont see them,nor hear them,but they are their!

So engrossed of events that will be coming my way..

As I walk through the door of that place I called home!

Im praying the trip home will be delayed!

Hoping it will take much longer to reach...

That place I call home!

I get off at my destination,in a trance...

Seemed so long my journey!

Damn,it wasnt that long after all...

No matter how slow I trudge...

To that place I call home!

The inevitable is about to pounce upon me...

In that place I call home!

I tippy toe up the front steps...

Of that place I call home!

I stop breathing,in case he may hear me...

I pray he isnt inside...

Of that place I call home!

I hear footsteps,I flinch...

My dry mouth swallows hard!

Taking a deep breath..

I pray that I had been perfect,in everything I touched and cleaned..

In that place I call home!

My thoughts are overwhelmed with fear...

Im asking myself?

Is their anything I forgot to do?

That wont call for a beating...In that place I call home!

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