Back at home, and a year ago
it was uncertain, I hated
being at home and not knowing
if my future held my dreams.
A year ago seems just around
the corner, if I look hard enough
I can see my frustration, my hope,
my longing. But I am There,
and it is hard, and at home
this is clearer than ever.
And still I would not trade places,
wrapped in misery, in loneliness.
In silence I am still strong,
without my home, I can still live.
Comments about this poem (At home by Alicia Huang )
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