Home (an anonymous camper)

Home used to mean a house. A yard. My things. Then I lost these things. I lost them with mistakes I made.

When I lost my family I realized home means family.

Alone. Lost. Invisible. Nothing.

I found Camp Take Notice.  

A home can be a tent. A campfire. A community.

A family can be the ones who sit up with you telling you ya don’t need a drink. Or the drugs. 

Community. Found. Visible. Something. 

Climbing up. Digging my way out. 

Going to make it.

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One response to “Home (an anonymous camper)

  1. This makes me cry. And smile. And cheer. And appreciate, once again, the talented people in my community. Thanks.

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