I swallow my tears

While my heart swells with my fears

Every time the windows are frozen

Every time the pillars are broken

Oh, my perfect home…

its unfailing structures, 

crumbling over me

Once again


Where is my home?

‘There is no home…’

But was it at least real?

‘What was real?’

Was I ever safe?

‘It is all but a child’s dream…” 

Oh, shame. 


  • L. B. Mek

    that home we're all seemingly searching for..
    thanks for sharing

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