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No Place to Call Home

by Harmony Kent 2 months ago in sad poetry · updated 2 months ago

A free verse poem

No Place to Call Home
Photo by Anuja Mary Tilj on Unsplash

Little kid

Squeezed in a narrow gap

Between a hard wall and an ancient sofa



In a book

Outside the pages

There’s no happy ever after

Only resentment, poverty, and pain

Nowhere she belongs

She’s an underage homeless wanderer

Her imagination takes her

To places unknown,

Full of wonder, hope, and dreams

Yet to be discovered worlds

A body filled with a nameless yearning

To belong

From youth hostel

To council flat

And finally a mid terrace

A home the bank owns

Even here

Sheltered within brick walls

The universe looms vast

Empty of welcome or succour

From these pangs of hunger

She finds no surcease

The world huffs

And it puffs

Does its damnedest

to blow her walls down

Somehow, through the raging storm

She holds fast

To a book

To hope

And to dreams

Only when she walks away

Owning just the clothes on her back

And breathes the free air

Bare toes wriggling in the dew-damp grass

Does she understand

There is no place to call home

That old cliche …

‘Home is where the heart is’

Brings a poignant smile

And a stray tear

All these years

She’s searched in the wrong place

Now, she’s an older-aged wanderer

Happy, confident, and content

Wherever she may be

Safe in the arms

Of a soulmate

she never could have found

Without first getting lost

And finding her way home

sad poetry

Harmony Kent

Harmony Kent began writing at 40 after a life-changing injury. An avid reader & writer, Harmony also offers reviews and supports her fellow authors.

You can find Harmony at https://harmonykent.co.uk

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