Isolated KINGdom

there once was a castle that sat on the top of a hill. It was built with dreams and love. It was built with such strength that it seemed as though it would never come down. Then one day it began to rain. It started as a drizzle, then turned into a pour. What was once a gentle breeze was now howling wind. Sweet and gentle raindrops were now blistering bits of hail. Thunder began to rumble and the castle walls began to crumble. the whole land flooded so much that it reached the top of the hill. It flooded the castle grounds and washed away all the people. All that was left was the lonely king. This lonely king who once had everything he could ask for. He was surrounded by love and safety. But one cannot avoid such a storm. The king sat at the top of the rubble that was once his kingdom. He had no place to sleep. No one to turn to. No shoulder to cry on. No hope for near happiness. His only options were to sit there and be swallowed up by the storm or swim blindly with all his might in hopes that maybe someday he will find land. Hopefully he will not be a victim to this new sea. And hopefully if he ever reaches that land, there will be someone there to take his hand.

Everyone needs help sometimes. Even a mighty king.

This House is No Longer a Home

This house is no longer a home. My bed is in it. My shirts, my socks, underwear, and pants. I eat here. I sleep here. I bathe here. But this house is not a home. A home is a sanctuary. It's a place for meditation. It is a private getaway from the world. It's something that you can always depend on. It is YOURS.

This house is no longer a home. I walk in the door only to be greeted with blindsided punches. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells. There is no trust. No communication. No patience. No heart. And don't ask me who's living under that roof! I wouldn't be surprised to find someone living under my bed.

This house is no longer a home, but lord do I want it to be. I want to go home and know that everything is okay. To be in peace. To be content. To be hugged rather than strangled by these walls. I want to be outside thinking "I can't wait to get home". But this house is not a home.

Home should be heaven... but every time I walk through that door, I've opened the gates of hell.