Home(s)

My home got taken at a young age.

I was catapulted into a state of rage, 

A state far away from any one

I've ever known.

 

Loneliness was my only friend.

I did my best to try and pretend

That school was not my living hell,

But my parents aren't stupid, they could tell.

 

They watched my struggle each and every day.

I tried and tried to find my way,

In a place 

Where mine was the only unfamiliar face.

 

Idle hands breed ill thoughts,

So against the sadness I fought.

Then with a stroke of cahnce,

My mother handed me a book I hadn't paid a glance.

 

I was open to ideas so I dived in readily,

And then my world changed abruptly.

The sadness in which my heart dwelt

Disappeared and began to melt.

 

A simple book began my literacy;

It effectively put an end to my misery

As I realized I was not alone

And that from now on I would always have a home.

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