Home

Home is not the place you feel saddest in It is morning rain, and cheerful sunsets You feel complete, and without worry within My home is not the walls holding my threats My home is not the anxiety felt When I think of the silhouettes inside The words they said, I learned to take; I dealt And I dealt, pushing all my choices aside And I had to learn, I was owned- body, mind By those who gave me life, they took my life It took some time to accept I’m not mine I feel like I am cornered by a knife Now, I only wish to be freed of them I’m going to re-start my life- begin. Love, s.c.n.