Homeless

I wrote this in my writing class once. Yes, it's really dark and depressing, and maybe not good at all, and sometimes, it is exactly what I feel like.

“Home is where the heart is.” I wonder who came up with these words. Do they really mean anything? Because if they do, then I… am homeless. For me, homeless isn’t living on the streets. Homeless is being unloved, being suffocated by the walls I live in. It is feeling the pain when there is no one to turn to. Being homeless is being a little kid listening to the screaming downstairs, then drowning it out with loud music and my ragged sobs. Being homeless is trying not to listen, but being afraid to miss anything. It is the feeling of waking up each morning in a cold, cold bed and having the fear creep back into my mind. The fear that today will be even worse than yesterday. Being homeless is knowing I am trapped like a bird in a cage, knowing that the monster of my nightmares will come back to claim me no matter how beautiful every sunrise looks. Like the night claims daylight, like a predator claims its prey. It is having somewhere semi-warm to go to at night, but not wanting to. It is turning off the light to sleep, but staying awake for hours to make sure I am still breathing. But being homeless is also telling myself to search for my heart, my sanctuary every day and still fighting for every thump in my chest. It is finding the little points of light in the darkness. If home is where the heart is, I will look for my heart everywhere I go… And maybe someday I won’t be homeless. Maybe someday I will have a real home to call mine.

Author's Note

I don't know if I'd really classify this as a prose poem, but tell me what you think! Hate it, love it, whatever--just tell me why!

Reviews

[Dark Heart of Winter]

love it! great idea for a poem

[Priyanka Natesh]

wow!really brought tears to my eyes!!great work!

[Different Wings]

this is my fav by you... it means a lot, and it's a good original idea

[Emily B]

I understand your feeling of homelessness. I wandered there many years myself. One day you will find the light in the darkness. And maybe you'll realize that you carried your heart with you all the time. Your light will shine. This writing seems to be a pretty clear indication of that.

[apocalypse]

A really poignant write.
"If home is where the heart is, I will look for my heart everywhere I go… And maybe someday I won’t be homeless. Maybe someday I will have a real home to call mine."
That would be my favorite part.
Good write.
I'm sure everyone finds their true home someday.. where their heart is.. and where there's nothing but love and bliss..:)

[Patricia Gayle]

Wow...love it. I know that feeling all too well and I think you put it beautifully.

[Mai Aliza]

I loved it, i wrote a slightly similiar poem, so I can relate. And from your meaning of home, I believe I have a home.

[poetic soul]

"Being homeless is knowing I am trapped like a bird in a cage, knowing that the monster of my nightmares will come back to claim me no matter how beautiful every sunrise looks."

wow!! this is so intense...so sad...and so touching!! loved it to the core!!

:) Love,
Krishna

[Jillian Alexis]

i love this. so much truth to this that im sure a lot of people can relate..i know i can. or could..at one point in time. good write!

[LostInThought ♥]

Vey heartfelt and emotional! good write!