I know where I come from,
where my mind was molded, and my perception shaped,
but it is not home.
This place boils over with memories
,
memories that I cannot escape.
I’ve walked every street,
and have seen every person,
but I never belonged to them.
This place is where my mind was set free in school,
where my enthusiasm was savored on the field,
where I had my firsts of everything in life,
but that includes my first scars.
This place has brought me pain I cannot shake,
fear that home will always haunt me,
loathing for the people that make-up this home,
self-pity for the burdens I must bare.
I would never look-back if I did not have to,
I would never think-back if I did not have to,
but I must because my home is my past,
and my past makes up my present,
but I will not allow my past to dictate my future anymore.
I want to let go of the fear, loathing, and self-pity
for my new journey cannot be fulfilled with a heavy heart,
brightness can only shine over the dark for so long.
But I will find my home.
I will conquer this pain.