Distraction

Dislike is easier to feel than sadness.

I'd rather vent about an old wound than listen to a current bruise.

It makes it easier the events are unrelated.

I love home.

What happens when home is suppose to be more than one place?

Home is where the heart is right? Where family is.

No.

Home is where you are comfortable.

It needs no people.

It only needs the feeling.

And right now I'm not there.

So turning my back on sadness,

I confront old feelings yet to be dealt with.