Home
Writing has never felt like an option for me To compose my thoughts & ideas Into a structured form So that others can comprehend.
Just like for the longest, I felt That I didn’t have a home. Blessed enough to go to a house & bed With food on a table But never having that moment of clarity “Damn this is home, This is my escape from everything else”
To take me away from the Constant yelling, arguing between my folks. One threatening to take me to Texas The other tryna keep me here, While both not noticing that they Have forgotten where I was.
This time, not running to a room To lock myself away. Just once not to hear things falling to the ground Breaking, shattering, hoping it isn’t a body. Instead ran to this halfass tree house Where I can rely on myself. Envisioning for something different, Hoping for something different.
“Damn this is home, This is my escape from everything else”
It took me forever to learn how to walk. But it took me longer to learn how to walk away from all of this. When I was younger, I didn’t know what divorce was I did know that my folks slept in different rooms. This was made to be normal for me.
But soon someone else enter through That door, the same one That my father used to walk out on the rest of us. would be the same door that this Wanna be brash, silverfox Who I didn’t know, Will walk through the same door, and Revolve around treating the rest of us as merchandise, Used when we were convenient to his liking, Tossed aside when we were no longer useful.
“Damn this is home, This is my escape from everything else”
Again I ran, but this time There were no steps for me to reach for. The sky felt ever farther. No amount of reaching towards the skies So that I’d be in the clouds, Was a enough. All there was were these walls. All I could do was… ...turn on my playstation. But this mind-numbing coma wasn’t enough.
The only place left, Was where I went all the time School. At least this could be a sanctuary. Beyond this house & its boundaries.
Education began to expand my horizons. Learning that maybe One day I could leave. That maybe this stranger Will be able to call some place a home. but never understood on how this would happen.
“Damn this is home, This is my escape from everything else”
Because even there, All that surrounded me was The constant ridicule, Mocking, laughing, punches, Being tossed around for showing A slight interest in my studies.
So I’m sorry if I don’t talk about my past. I’m too busy moving forward. Reaching for the skies. On the constant swivel, Looking for a home. Keeping my head in the books, While my legs learned to run & carry the weight that my shoulders bore.
“Damn this is home, This is my escape from everything else”
But at least now, I’ve learned to appreciate the journey Because the destination Is coming. But i’ll appreciate the view For now, because it Just started.









