When Home Is Only Where You Rest Your Head Poem by Iohannes Silvaticus

When home is only where you rest your head -

The lonely pillow on your bed
Gives no comfort to your bones,
The blanket over your body draped
Gives no warmth to your soul.

When father was so far away
And mother had nothing good to say
You curl up like a fetal sprout
As you cry in someone else's bed.

You wish you had something more
Than that rag doll from so long ago.
But home is where the heart is,
So you yourself you hold.


For Nel