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.