For many years

Multiple decades

I've felt

My house was my

Home safety net

I could never leave

Never move

Never sell this place

Just the thought of selling

Would bring on anxiety

To the point of immobilization

It was the only place I felt safe

It was my sanctuary

And yet

When you spend 2 years bedridden

In that sanctuary

It starts to look

Just a tad

Like a prison

When an illness without a cure

Takes your dreams away

Your ability to leave your own bedroom

The home safety net

Is suffocating

Perhaps with age

Lessons learned about

Humanity

Moving on isn't such a fearful thing

Change must happen

Because the same old

For 25 years now

Is no longer good enough

People grow out of places

Some more out of necessity then others

We left one country for this one

Hoping for a better future

And we got it for the most part

But no one could have predicted

ME to claim the child's present

And cast the future into doubt

The child now an adult

With decisions to make

Of how to continue to exist

When there isn't any hope

In the home safety net anymore

So what is one to do?