The Cost of Going Home
Choosing my future over a cycle of poverty and mistreatment.
I can't do this anymore
When I am all alone.
Walking and riding on the bus to your home,
The neighbourhood is poverty- stricken;
It makes me feel like all my progress is now hidden, Mom.
*
Don’t say it is you I don’t want to see.
I don't want to see him mistreating you.
It is hard to force someone to choose
To be a father
When it's easier to be
Misunderstood.
*
I know the reason why he left his ex wife:
The argument.
But you will argue to be right,
So now,
What is left?
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I don't want to hold my sister.
I am too stressed.
To be a mother is arduous.
When you live with someone
The only reason for safety is
That you are left
Unfed.
*
I can’t raise the money to keep you alive.
I don't have the strength to chase you
Instead of my best.
Don't be upset
With what I've said;
I just can't go back to where I've been.
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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