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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.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
I Will
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.
alyssa-margaret
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
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