Finding Home
Home is what I thought I left behind me
Home was where my parents brought me.
Home was full of things they bought me.
Home was tears and threats; they mocked me.
Home is what I thought I left behind me.
Home was out, was school, was friends.
Home was bus rides, trust broken mends.
Home was study, a dashed promise ends.
Home is what I thought I left behind me.
Home was him, my one, my other.
Home was warm and he my lover.
Home was stifling and I broke cover.
Home is what I thought I left behind me.
Home was where I'd start anew.
Home is where I learned and grew.
Home is big enough for two
Home is what I've found down deep inside me.
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Judey Kalchik
It's my time to find and use my voice.
Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.
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Comments (4)
❤️❤️Great one❗
The repetition adds so much to this piece. Keep writing, you're killin' it!
This is a great contender for the challenge. ❤️
Hearted this before . Love this poem of yours 🥰