Home Poem, by SerenWise, at My poetic side

I'm listening to the silence,

Hand pressed up against the glass

Of my contained box,

While my soul struggles on

Through the lashing rain,

Feet sliding and slipping,

Through trails of pain.

Fingernails raking on my skin,

Leaving rivulets of red

Streaking dirty blood,

I'm trying - please believe me,

There's nothing more to give.

I only wish for respite

From this storm,

Open arms of belonging,

To find a heart a home,

Unearthing someplace warm.

Comments +

Nicholas Browning March 15th, 2019 15:39
Amen to that my friend.
ztaysimple March 15th, 2019 17:33
Nice! Keep sharing
sylviasearcher March 16th, 2019 04:41
A painful piece. That hope for respite is a familiar feeling. I hope writing it out gave you if but a moment of peace and warmth.

Your words are home 🌈

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