Poetry

Circle of Heal

Say it

I wish for home
I wish for a place to call a safe haven
My dreams I guess are what you call
A Safe Haven

I wish I was small
A little girl
Everything seemed so
Carefree
And everyday
Was a new adventure waiting to happen
Wether it was a scrapped knee from Biking into the bushes
Or
Falling off a swing set for thinking you could fly

Sunshines and beautiful sunsets
Show me that hidden peace I've been searching for

It's like Peter Pan
His peace was being free
But the hidden secret was
He missed the thing we wish was gone
Family
Parents
Siblings
Maybe some of us don't wish that
Maybe some of us do

Beautiful green trees
Ranging from light green
To
Dark green

Open those doors
And they fall behind you

A broken school
With walls crumbling
And the tile coming up from the horrible disaster
I'm dressed completely in white
Am I an angel?

Every step I took
Everything was fixed
Only my steps left circles of heal

As I touch the sad blue lockers
My hand leaves a circle of heal also

I hear whispers
Down the hall
I slowly make my way down
Hearing the whispers louder
But I couldn't understand what they or
Whatever was trying to say

I see a back to me
A person sitting away from me
It sounded like they were crying
As I slowly approach them
And put my hand on their shoulder
And turn them around to see who it was...

I woke up

There's no place like home
No place

My place

I long for

Is

Heaven