My home is not a home, <br />not a place to call my own, <br />not a place where I can sleep peacefully, <br />not a place where I can sing or dance about it. <br />My home is not a place where i can think, <br />not even a place to breath, <br />not a place to feel welcomed and worm, <br />not a place to go back to just to leave behind, <br />not a place to be happy, <br />not a place to be soothed. <br />My home is not my home, <br />not a place to call my own. <br />A home? what is that word i don't know?<br /><br />Melissa Schreuder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-home-8/
