Finding a Home

Finding a Home I always yearned for the sky to turn blue Walking in the rain was all I knew I would halfheartedly splash around My true feelings never did make a sound Never did have a home Optimistically I thought it was luck to freely roam Walked around in my waned pink boots Sometimes tripping over overgrown tree roots I had no idea what I was doing No idea how I was loosing I was only eight To stubborn to take on hate I lived near the gutter With the hopeless people who muttered Muttered how people should feel sympathy But they didn’t have it as hard as me We all slept under cardboard But in their hearts they had love from a family stored I slept through cold winter nights And through shooting gang fights I lived life rough But was tough Yet somewhere inside I was frustrated Rejected by society and hated But the truth that hurt the worst was that I was sad Being told I’m loved was something I never had Hate in my heart tugged I always wondered what it was like to have the warmth of a hug I didn’t let my emotions hide In my boxed home I started to cry Created enough attention to draw Christ by A pastor came and tipped my box over Saw me curled up in a ball sober Lets go home he said Your father is expecting you from the bible he read From there I was lead To a church to be fed On the way I was softly crying on that beautiful day I whispered to myself, “I have a Dad” I knew then and there I never again had to be sad