The broken one

As they left this morning I knew..
..
The peice of me that had been missing so long, had come to visit and then left.. it left me.
It wasn't a person.. it was a feeling, a feeling of home.
The one thing that understood my feeling the one thing that made my heart at ease... After so long I finally felt like I was home. But it wasn't because of the home I have here, it was because a peice of home was with me.
My real home, my refuge point.
What do I do now, this empty shell of a person, a person without a home.
Accually a person with a home but nohow of reaching it..
Money..
I realize that I'm not getting out of this trapped hole, this is where I have to stay.. but my heart wants out.
God!! Hear my cry!!
Take me home to the country roads, where I feel complete.
I am so tired.. so very tired.
Where will I be enough? I can't do this anymore.. all I want to do is sleep..
But the construction workers outside are making that clearly impossible.
I'll go to the place I am needed today, I'm late.. but for the first time I don't care... I just want to sleep... thats all... just sleep..
But today will be differant, today they will see the person I hide inside, the one who just can't hide anymore.. the broken one...