(part 2 of where im from)
If you asked me
Where i'm from now,
I wouldn't have a clear answer.
It's a different place.
One beyond recognition.
A broken family,
Pieces across Illinois and Oklahoma,
And the good ol' PNW.
Scattered between nine homes
I don't remember.
But, that dark blue house
With blue and purple walls
In that house on liberty
Is no longer blue.
The voices of loved ones
No longer speak,
The ghosts
No longer follow.
The animals
Refuse to leave home,
But It's been reborn.
The students at the school
Who created those yearbooks?
Starting their own lives;
The schools? Different.
Vacant, and
Begging to be filled.
The rules in place?
Nonexistent.
Irrelevant;
You're of age,
And the youngest is seventeen.
Family dinners turning to
Fending for yourself.
One meal or three?
A five or a twenty?
Independence around the corner,
Dark thoughts.
forced smiles and laughter
Coworkers and a budding career
soaking up your time,
Leaving little for your childhood friends.
Real happiness
Is rare.
Something to be worked for,
When did the world turn cold
And require a
Lose-lose commitment?
written 8/26/21
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Poetryre·al·i·ty rēˈalədē/ noun 1. the world or the state of things as they actually exist, as opposed to an idealistic or notional idea of them. 2. the state or quality of having existence or substance.
