So many broken memories,
So many places I never fit.
Too often the guest, rarely the host,
Too many sofa-beds.
So often keeping silent,
So often needing to be agreeable.
Never in my own home,
Never feeling at home.
A stranger within myself,
A stranger in my own skin.
Needing to be alone,
Needing desperately not to be alone.
Where I never wanted to be,
Where I was at home.
Harry,
Your poem is very moving. I enjoy how you used repetition to stress the constancy of your emotions as you drift from one place to the next, searching for home. I can relate to this poem on a very personal level. Thank you for sharing!
Harry, this is beautifully written. So relatable. Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful words. So relevant and relatable. Thank you ?