I look out
Through the pouring rain
I clutch my bags
To my chest
"Welcome home."
I mutter unconvincingly
Trees line the streets
Walls agaisnt the world
The sky is dark and dreary
Making me feel
A young small girl
Mom and Dad are inside
Already
But I still can't bring myself to move
What more could I lose?
I left my life
My friends
My stage
Dad said it was good for me
To "Turn a new page"
But I just keep waiting
And waiting
And waiting
To wake up
YOU ARE READING
Staged
PoetryThis is my first try at a poem book, a poem book with a story. Rosalie Carter writes her life through words, this is her journal. Follow her through a tale of love, hate, confusion, and finding where you belong. Finding out what is real, and what, ...
