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Mar 2013
It’s hard to feel at home
when such a place doesn’t exist.
I’m merely trapped between four walls
who’s lack of meaning rings from panel to panel.

No shelter, refuge or hospice will suffice
or they lack the comfort
that is necessary
to feel okay.

I’ve lost all sense of familiarity
for even the back of my hand
has betrayed me
more times than I can count.
Emily Mackenzie
Written by
Emily Mackenzie  Canada
(Canada)   
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