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Rhiannon Pick Poem
Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe.
A place where you can go to get away.
When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway.
Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up.
I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care about if we were okay or if we were stuck
The lying and the pain that was placed on us for a long while.
Home, I realized this isn’t a place I should go to for help when no help was there.
When they knew about the pedophiles and the hurt us kids had to go through not caring if our hearts had a tare.
Home, was this really a place I could go to when I was in need?
“just kiss me for a minute”, “don’t move”, “it won’t hurt”, “come sit next to me” he would plead.
Late movie nights that would turn into fights
or that room that would turn into her getting abused
not having a care in the world for her own children but she thought that was fine.
When having a thought that her child got seduced.
Oh but Home, “please come home”, she would beg
after we fled that house and moved on into a new home that was better, safer, and more caring.
Home, I can now call where I'm at a home.
Because they care about us and what’s on our minds
and won’t just say nevermind if we don’t understand.
Home, go find your place that makes you feel safe, cherish every moment you can and don’t let it go to waste.
Copyright © Rhiannon Pick | Year Posted 2025
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Rhiannon Pick Poem
Home, home is a place where you're supposed to feel loved and safe.
A place where you can go to get away.
When you struggle throughout your day you know you can go and not feel like a castaway.
Home, not everyone has one of those.I didn't growing up.
I had drug addicts and people who didn’t care about if we were okay or if we were stuck
The lying and the pain that was placed on us for a long while.
Home, I realized this isn’t a place I should go to for help when no help was there.
When they knew about the pedophiles and the hurt us kids had to go through not caring if our hearts had a tare.
Home, was this really a place I could go to when I was in need?
“just kiss me for a minute”, “don’t move”, “it won’t hurt”, “come sit next to me” he would plead.
Late movie nights that would turn into fights
or that room that would turn into her getting abused
not having a care in the world for her own children but she thought that was fine.
When having a thought that her child got seduced.
Oh but Home, “please come home”, she would beg
after we fled that house and moved on into a new home that was better, safer, and more caring.
Home, I can now call where I'm at a home.
Because they care about us and what’s on our minds
and won’t just say nevermind if we don’t understand.
Home, go find your place that makes you feel safe, cherish every moment you can and don’t let it go to waste.
Copyright © Rhiannon Pick | Year Posted 2025
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Rhiannon Pick Poem
Anxiety, the constant feeling of doom
Its like you can’t even come out of your room
most days I’m panicky and anxious
and I think to myself it’ll never get better
I get told quit being so under the weather
So I try to think about things that make me happy but my brain starts to fade those memories
I put on a smile and tell myself it’ll be okay when my mind tells me it’ll be this way for centuries.
The feeling of constantly overthinking about attacks and the feeling of anxiety is so tiring and overwhelming.
“nothings wrong with you”,”you’ll be okay”, “think happy thoughts” they keep telling me.
my mind is like you're in a black room and every bad thing that has ever happened, every nightmare you’ve experienced is inside with you, there’s no escape and they keep coming closer and closer until they finally get you.
I come home from school and go straight to my bed I don’t want to but I have nothing else to do
and I wonder does this happens to everyone else too?
It's sad because it takes time to train your brain and I don’t even have that figured out yet
I’m not even sure how to cope with it so I try not to give it a sweat
Anxiety is the worst feeling I've experienced so far, forget about all the bad that’s happened to me
my mind is so much more powerful than anything and hoping I can just be free
Free, what I hope I can be without all the doubt and negativity I want out.
Out of my head, out of my bed please let me be free from this thing inside my head.
I’ve taken medicine, I've talked to people, and nothing seems to heal it.
Maybe this will just go on forever and I won't ever know how to cope with it.
Copyright © Rhiannon Pick | Year Posted 2025
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