Cracked but not broken

There are days when I don't feel like getting out of bed. With my past biting at my heels--It's hard to trudge on.

I miss the home I never had
I miss the love I never got
I miss the house that was never bad
I miss the safe haven in my thoughts

I am not an outcast, a reject, or a bastard. I am in a category all on my own. I miss my quiet home in the garden, the love of my life who waited for me in the low branched trees. The boy with joggers and a white top, frisky hair and a soft heart; stern eyes and a bond between that makes no room for a part. 

I am cracked severely but not yet broken. 
The past holds many doors open but I know the future provides my freedom token...

Bella Beba