I want to go home...
Where is that then?
am a bit lost for clues
keep on telling myself
despite the emotional blues
This is where my hats are
My own tree's are rooted
The moss has grown all over
To me this space is suited
It's a knee jerk reaction
Caused in turn by insecurity
As and when my heart sinks
due to internal or external reality
Cries out go hide, be safe
In an abstract not the tangible
An imaginary better place
that to find I am unable.
I used to scream and wail and whine
to beat it back from feeling
Overwhelmed with a sickness
Mental that seemed to be leaking.
Now I just accept in a kind of stillness
That the buisness of who is me
Has parts working that are full of pain
Functioning in places I cannot see.
©wrennie
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