Longing For Her Home

Longing For Her Home

A Poem by Choosing Life

 

Since her youth she’s been searching
For somewhere over the rainbow
 And the ruby red slippers you click to find your way home
Looking for a happily ever after
In arms meant to protect
 Instead finding neglect
As a young body learns to accept
Violations
Coming from grown men’s hands
Grown men’s eyes
Cause her to despise her skin
Hiding from being pretty
She watches her mother die alive
Both eyes open and a crack pipe
Seeing men’s fists break mommy’s bones
Not understanding the confusion
 That comes with being grown
Placed on such fragile shoulders
Feeling so old and alone
Trusting God knows why
Daddies say goodbye
And don’t look back for years
 She grows into a woman
 Long before breasts adorn her chest
 Taking on her mother’s role
Trying her best to comfort her mommy’s broken soul
Watching her mommy love men that only subtract
Never give anything back
She sleeps with bedroom door locked
And longs to get lost in Barbie’s dream world
Disney makes life so lovely
But she has no Cinderella story
And no birds
Sing on her shoulders
Real life hits her and she gets older
Still that little girl longing for a dad
Longing for the mom she never had
 She didn’t know as an adult it would hold her back
Making choices based on dysfunction
 She became locked in some cold man’s dungeon
 Like her mother
A puppet on strings
While the man she loves now fists cause her screams
 From her face she bleeds
And believes
He must love her somewhere way down deep
Learning to live with him while he cheats
Taking it while he beats not only her flesh but soul
Not realizing how far behind she had fallen
Picking up goodbyes like stones tied around her neck
Hopes get replaced with regret
And she hasn’t made it over the rainbow yet
 Still knowing love has its place
 A determined smile on her face
She scrambles trying to win the race
 Still waiting for a charming prince
Wanting to be crowned a king
The little girl inside the grown woman still dreams
Willing to give up everything to know love that doesn’t sting
To erase the childhood screams
Hearing there is no place like home
But never knowing
Since she has never had one
Only in God does her life count at all
Losing count of the tears that fall
Wondering are real things just like fairytales
Over when the book closes
And her glasses made of roses broke
She chokes on the in between
Rubbing her eyes afraid to give up on dreaming
 Wondering where is the meaning
 Behind
All those she loves leaving
 Picking over her heart
Until nothing is left
She has to die and resurrect
Each piece falls in line
While she feels left behind
 Wondering if she lets down her hair
Would any one be there?
A rescue mission abandoned
Her home has never fully been presented
And some days she resents it
 That the only love she has ever known
Comes from her alone
And each day the little girl grows more restless
As the grown woman attacks adult stresses
She prays to know what rest is
And happily ever after fades away
As the hair on her head begins to gray
And she breaks her back everyday
Building her own self up
Still expecting to meet Love someday
Wondering when the flying carpet will bring her in
To land in her own Aladdin
To find the home she has never known
 But always dreamed~

© 2008 Choosing Life


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