I come and go. Sometimes I will post everyday for a week and then I won’t post for months.
I never thought my home would be a place full of slamming doors and yelling. I always thought I knew my home. I never thought my home would be a place full of mother’s tears and dull sadness. I thought I knew my home. I never thought my home would be full of things being thrown and a hole in the wall. I thought I knew my home. I never thought my home would turn me into a shield, trying to hide the yelling from my sister so she can keep her childhood a little longer. I thought I knew my home. I never thought my home would be filled with fear. I thought I knew my home. I never thought My home would be a place that would cause me such fear and sadness one day but joy and togetherness the next. I thought I knew my home. I never thought that my home could be one of those homes. I thought I knew my home.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For kids whose house suddenly become loud.
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This poem speaks of when that familiar banter that makes a home turns to chaos and disorder. Nicely written the continued use of "I thought I knew my home" echoes throughout redirecting one's attention back to the theme. Well done
Thank you
You are most welcome
Vanna, this carries a painful unraveling…home shifting from something safe into something uncertain and heavy. The repetition of “I thought I knew my home” builds that loss with each line, and the image of becoming a shield really holds the center. It’s honest, difficult, and it lands. Strong piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you
“I never thought my home could be one of those homes” hits so hard twin this is amazing
Thank you so much my wonderful Santa Clause Whimsy princess
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