The Place Where I Belong Poem by Dahlia M. D.

It might be silly,
The sadness I'm feeling
When I look out that window.
To see what I don't want to see,
Waking up in a bed
In which I don't want to be.

I am a big girl
And I ought to be strong
But my sanity's slipping
And my happiness is gone.
Only surviving in this country,
In this city where I don't belong.

Honestly,
It's hard to find any words.
My brain's fried, burnt to ashes
By the heat of these four walls.
And my hands are tied.

Every day now,
Now, when I'm suffering,
Body and soul not able to fight,
The only thing I'm grateful for -
My sweet prison allowing me to hide.

I want out,
My loneliness is peaceful though.
Sometimes, sometimes it's peaceful,
Other days not.

I hate this peace I'm trapped in
But love that I have it for once.
At the least it lets me, just for now,
Breathe freely in my lonely suffering.

I see the snow and the rain and the sun
And the time feels so long.
I dream of the end of this.

I dream of returning there,
To the place I call home,
To that place where I belong.