I wrote this poem about two homes. One represents the good times in life and the other the opposite. The other is where I end up in the end.
I’m coming home,
It’s been a while,
White picket fences didn’t last.
I’m all alone,
Will take some time,
To make this pain a thing of past.
From chirping birds to screaming ravens,
From grass green to a garden empty,
From a safe space, a peaceful haven,
To screeching silence, fear, unsafety.
I’m at the doorstep, please let me in,
I guess I missed this solemn home,
I will forget where I have been,
And promise this to call my own