Home
by: TJ

"Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom; Lead me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home..."
                             -John Henry, Cardinal Newsman

"Home is where the heart is."
                             -Anonymous

Home. Such a simple thing, and yet all of us take it for granted. My home was destroyed. Destroyed by the very one that I love. He let the fires of his rage consume my only link to the past I had left, my mother. For that, I should never forgive him. He has slaughtered my life-long friend's family; for that I should seek vengeance. He has destroyed my birthplace. He has destroyed my family. He has let the flame's of his fury consume everyone that once loved him. He has killed my child hood friend's emotional stability; I should never forgive him, and yet, I have fallen in love with his ways. He has attempted to take mine, and her life on many occasions.
My thoughts drift back to that burnt pile of charred cinders, as I think about him. I should be infuriated at him, but I am not. I should never forgive him, but I must. I love the very one that has stripped me of my home. I am now without a past, a present, or a future.
I have thought about, dreamed about, obsessed about him. He was my hero for the longest time, until I had to hurt him. Kill him. Destroy him. But, his life continues to live within my soul. I feel his presence beating in my heart.
I now stand here. Waiting for him to return to me. The thought that he truly hated me drifts to my mind, but I shall never know. I killed him, and with him I killed apart of myself. I regret my involvement with it, but I must show him I love him. I must show him that my home is with him. My heart is with his heart. I will forever love him. He is my home.