Temporary Home Poem by Althia Johns

I don't really belong here,
I'm not sure I ever really did.
It's just a place I come for shelter...
From the rain, sleet, and snow.

It's just four walls with a roof up top... For 'protection.'
And lights to guide my step... Or illuminate my 'every wrong.'
A place meant to be so warm yet it's so cold... So cold and lonely I'd rather be on my own.
All I have is a whole in the wall and a place to rest my head...
But no where to really call my own.
Surrounded by people who don't really know me.
Simply existing in a tiny little place.

I don't really belong here,
I'm not sure I ever really did.
It's just a place I come for shelter...
From the rain, sleet, and snow.

It's just the place I'm 'renting'
Till I find the place that I belong.
This is just my 'temporary home.'