Home - Poem by Samantha Glovier
Sometimes it feels as though I am alone,
no where to go, no place to call home.
I live in a shadow all the time it seems,
even when I am in my dreams.
I can't help but wonder if my life is real
or sometimes if it is just standing still.
It hurts me to think that I am alone
if only I could see I am really at home.
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