It does not exist
Just yet
A thought that
Rests bitterly
At the back
Of my mind
A feeling that
I'm trying
So hard
To find
Anger rises
As well as
Loneliness
When people
Say I'm blind
I want to be
Understood
The way I
Understand others
I want to be held
The way I hold
My siblings
I want to receive
A warm and tight
Embrace
The way I give
My mother
So no
My dears
Home does
Not exist
Quite just yet
Despite what
The lens you
Look through
May say
Despite seeing
Me on a
Happy and
Carefree day
I owe you
No explanation
I owe you
None of my
Personal time
When you offer
Advice that
Was not
Asked for
When you offer
To me
An often closed
Door
You need not
Give a makeshift
Home
Nor a temporary
Smile
No
Not to me
I want something
Worthwhile
And it's fine
If you can't
Give it
I did not ask
That's why
I'm looking
To find it
All by myself
One day
Maybe I'll
Find it
Maybe it'll
Be made
A place right
For me
One where
I'll always
Feel safe
I'll do it
All on
My own
Make
Or find
Someday
I'll open my
Mouth
And say that
I'm home.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
