Home(s)
My home got taken at a young age.
I was catapulted into a state of rage,
A state far away from any one
I've ever known.
Loneliness was my only friend.
I did my best to try and pretend
That school was not my living hell,
But my parents aren't stupid, they could tell.
They watched my struggle each and every day.
I tried and tried to find my way,
In a place
Where mine was the only unfamiliar face.
Idle hands breed ill thoughts,
So against the sadness I fought.
Then with a stroke of cahnce,
My mother handed me a book I hadn't paid a glance.
I was open to ideas so I dived in readily,
And then my world changed abruptly.
The sadness in which my heart dwelt
Disappeared and began to melt.
A simple book began my literacy;
It effectively put an end to my misery
As I realized I was not alone
And that from now on I would always have a home.