This Is Not Home Poem by Darlene Belcher

These walls i see are like a cage
as they stand around me

That window there will it open
or stay shut in my despair

And that door, is it locked
or bolted from afar

This is not home.

Is that bed a soft pillow
where all your dreams can live
or is it a platform to just strap me in

Is this floor a solid ground
or will it sink before me

Again, this is not home.

When i look into that mirror
will it reflect what i know is me
or will it reflect an image that is fake
in hopes to relive me

Home is where the heart is,
and my heart is far from here.

Why should i stay when all i feel is fear?

Home is where the peace is,
and the peace is far from here.

Why should i stay when all i sense is hell?

Once more,
This is not my home.