Poetfreak was my first poetry home
Skill and pants optional

It brought me in and introduced me
To possibilities.

Ones that I alone contained,

But it was not hard to try.
In every post was people giving affirmation,
In every clever prose there was a wave
If encouragement and advice.

Then the cruelty of someone who loves destroying a community corrupted my home.

It broke down rules,
It took over people's profiles.

Ultimately it shut us down.

It's not the same here.

It's not that HP is bad,
It's just not home.

I feel like I'm on an awkward first date
During our first dance
And I'm being held at arm's length.
Even though I'm trying to get closer.

I just want to be closer.
I want this to be a new home.

I've been here long enough to wonder if that's possible.