[JustAmy]

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[JustAmy]

Graphic by Billie

A Long Way Home

For so long I have felt that
I have always been homeless.

As a child, there were tough times,
Afraid to go back to the house, because
You were afraid of what you would find.

(This…is not what I am here to say.)

As a young teen, a step mother came
A mother no better than the first,
So Her house never felt like home.

(…not what I am here to say.)

Since the last few years as a teen, until now
I have made many a nest, but somehow
A place where you’re existing alone,
This is just a camp, without a fire.

(…not what I am here to say.)

I have been to many a house, where
My friends tried to make me at home.
Somehow I always shut the door,
This was their home,
I was an uncomfortable guest.

(This Is what I am Here to Say)

Like a sound from light, I realize,
It is that child
Who is still running,
Running away from Home.

© 2008 Carin’ Spirit