Laura Breidenthal Poet Dramatic Monologue

Not My Home

I was never afraid to wake up
My life isn't a reality - 
It is a vision casting stones
In an unfeeling river of doubt

Where are the spirits that understand? 
How much more can I fill this mind
With unanswered questions? 
I am destitute, naked and empty
Yet filled to the limit
So many holes yet to fill -
So many useless stones to cast

Is it fear that holds me
In these dirty depths? 
Is it pride? 
Some escaped soot of ego? 
I need fresh air to breathe
A fresh perspective -
A cool conscience 

My senses writhe in this place
How befuddled and lost I have become
I absorb all the dread in my heart
It feels like I live in it now
But it is not my home
I repeat -
It is not my home


September 13, 2017

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Christopher Flaherty October 7, 2017 at 7:05 PM Love this Laura It's not Home. Until you belong

Justin Bordner September 14, 2017 at 7:05 PM Continuued...Sometimes I think it's a marvel that it has withstood all the nonsense, the storms, the rust and wear, so many broken and wornout things to it, yet here it stands magnificent and mine, and I pay property taxes everyday to nature and God...J.A.B Laura Breidenthal September 19, 2017 at 10:49 PM Your wisdom always floors me, Justin. Thanks for always sharing your beautiful heart with me and the world. You're an especially dedicated and loving poet.<3~Laura

Justin Bordner September 14, 2017 at 7:02 PM This shamelessly morose poem makes me think about how our hearts are the only true and constant homes that we have throughout our lifetimes Laura.The heart home can become so many good or bad things, it can be refurnished, renovated, dilapidated,full of poor light, awful views, dust and stink,or cozy,aromatic,safe and stimulating.The state of my heart home has been in many, many conditions since childhood...J.A.B.

Sunlite Wanter September 14, 2017 at 7:01 PM Just speculating, but sounds like you have an inquiring mind if this is not fictional. Anyway, its a beautifully written expression. Laura Breidenthal September 19, 2017 at 10:45 PM Thank you, for reading and leaving such a sweet comment. This is indeed a very personal poem! <3~Laura