Boarding School
Home is a sanctuary,
Narrow as a niche and wide as the sea.
The world's an adventure,
Bright as the sun and bold as nature.
I stepped out of my home,
I let my toes touch the ground,d
And I started to feel alone.
Yet free.
I stepped back inside,
Not free.
Exhilarating, elating, exciting, addicting,
I learned to be strong, to rely on myself.
I can never go back.
I must be free.
That is what boarding school did for me.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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