PA Land of...

Land of Host Home for Developmentally Disabled Adults

It’s a strange land

where common rules

don’t necessarily apply.

It’s a land

most don’t visit,

let alone live there.

It’s a land where people

think you’re a saint

or insane.

Some days you think,

Why me?

The other, why me!

With inspections

you feel like

you live in a fishbowl.

But other times,

you feel forgotten

and alone.

Sometimes you wish

you could be

forgotten and alone.

Sometime you experience

great joy, sometimes

you would like to see it end.

Sometime it’s easy.

Sometime in the wee hours

it’s impossible.

It’s always relentless.