New York Poem by Melissa Ferrer

So Im back in new york
My 'home' town....
It doesnt feel any different
If thats what your expecting.

For me to feel something...
To feel set free..
to.. be relieved to be home.
But i didnt...

I felt the same...
the same as in florida.
does it now mean that i have to homes
or just.. adapt to a 'temporary' place...
just till im in the new one...

I mean i come in with the rising of the sun...
But dont leave as it sets
i mean.... isnt ist supposed to feel free and fun
to feel as if im no caged pet...

So back in New York where i belong
well if thats true...
why do i feel like a stranger in my own home..
town... i mean five years isnt that long..
Isnt it?

Be, Me, see, new things...be new..
heh... just me.
in a not so new place... but yet unfamiliar...
in some way....
exactly how im not sure

but as i endulge in the city life once more...
and then i emerge... feeling new im not sure...
but i suppose we must wait...
until the end..
the end of my home coming
New York... Me being a stranger
to my comforts.. my home..
five years isnt that long...
At least i hope not.