I was running.
Running as fast as my little feet could carry me.
Running to nowhere, the wind roughly caressed my tears on my pale face.
I'm trying to get away from the horror.
But, I can't.
I keep hearing their voices.
"We love you so much, " the voices keep on lamenting.
I wanted to leave them all behind.
They've deprived me of the people I always wanted to be with.
But, they just wanted what was best for me.
I'm alone now.
On the streets,
shivering.
I'm still trying to find warmth.
Suddenly, I want to go back.
To their loving arms.
They've hurt me a lot, but I never stopped loving them.
"Did I? "
I run back.
Back to where I belong.
Back to where all the sad, good, annoying, and happy memories where implanted.
There's no place like home.
Witty introspection set aside for sober reflection. 'Home, sweet home' - indeed there's no place like home. Well conceived and insightfully penned with conviction. A nice creation Jennifer. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
Truly, there is no place like home. Nice one, Jennifer James.
A fine start with a nice poem, Jennifer. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good luck with yr poetry Jenn.
Thank you so much for reading it☺