Loss and

I absolutely love this, Tardegrade.  It sounds to me like the four walls of your shell cracked, and you escaped.    
 
In the spirit of honest critique, I would suggest tightening up by losing some words.  And example would be S1  
   
One time in a younger mind    
I saw four walls and envisioned home    
The word was bittersweet    
[ an ]unexpected gift[ : ]    
a beating, or Taco Bell meal  
 
See what that did?

Thanks for the suggestions

This was quite literally an unfiltered spill.  Maybe ten minutes with no edits.

I need to put more polish on my works.

Then I hate you.

Life is always a work in progress.  I am slowly, steadily working to find home and myself

I am seeing younger generations accelerating that process at twice the time my generation did. We're getting closer . . . the next generation, they're the ones.

Sky_dancer says she's got plenty of Guest Beds
so no excuse for homelessness

I lived homeless for 2+ years in San Diego
and the hardest part was finding a SAFE
place to sleep for the night.

So many feels.

Huggz.

Love the depth of emotion and honesty in your writes. There is such renascence in the unfolding metaphors of this write. My childhood home was a place of violence, fear, poverty and hunger. My father's needle marks were mouths of endless hunger, black holes that consumed all light. My stepfather was a decent provider but his hatred had it's own gravity. This humble home I have lived the last almost twenty years is the first place that was really mine, my home, but most of those years were consumed in despair. I guess home as a concept, a feeling of being safe and content, is something we embrace wholly apart from the walls, ceiling and floors. Given us something valuable to consider.

My heart goes out to you TG, continually, and I hope for nothing but all the blessings in the world to be bestowed upon you. 💖🙏