Poetic Attempt || Ten

[ o n e ]
where do i go now
if home is meant to be a place
and the only warmth
in your house
comes from the hearth
of the fireplace
how can this be home

when i feel much safer
in the darkness of the streets
in the coldness of concrete
in the harshness of outside
than within solid walls
that keep away the wind
huddled underneath
familiar blankets
with soft textures
my palms have grown
accustomed to

[ t w o ]
where do i go now
if home is meant to be a person
and nothing suffocates me
quite like your presence
or the thought of
being near you
how can this be home

when every moment
i spend with you
leaves my skin crawling
leaves chills down my spine
leaves me so unable to breathe
that i cower
underneath your glare
the same hateful eyes
i’ve come to know
ever since i was
a little girl

[ t h r e e ]
where do i go now
if home is meant to be a feeling
and i have no house
to seek shelter in
and there are no arms
i can run to
how can i find home

Ten
(Written on November 28, 2016)

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