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.
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