I remember the day
when Mom tried to leave me
at nursery school
I cried, threw a tantrum
They called her to
take me back home.
Catholic school
A narrow escape
I was caught by a nun
as I drew naked people
Sent home with a scowl.
Closed window of high school
I, like a fly, wanted out
Started over three times
yet only made friends
at home, inside books.
I’m finally myself
in front of General Hospital
with a bowl of ice-cream
Quiet nap and a recurring dream
where I come home whenever I choose.
Life is good with my hubby and dogs
Is it fate -
Or have I recreated
a life of purpose with no chance
to retreat into my quiet shell -
Travelling the tunnels of my inner home?
About the Creator
Jennifer Christiansen
Animal advocate, traveler, and bibliophile. Lover of all things dark and romantic.
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Comments (1)
I relate :)