No Place to Call Home
A free verse poem
Little kid
Squeezed in a narrow gap
Between a hard wall and an ancient sofa
Unobserved
Hidden
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
About the Creator
Harmony Kent
The multi-genre author who gets write into your head
I began writing at 40 after a life-changing injury. An avid reader & writer, I love to review & support my fellow authors.
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