the difference between house and homeA Poem by hiraethstillthere was never a family foundation to begin witheven before i reach it, i know there are clothes on the bed no different from any other time. the shirts on the bottom are folded perfunctorily underwear tossed haphazard the closer to the top i look. i think of my mother's house barely any furniture objects things clutter to clutter the space or capitalize colonize my mind. it's only one story seven rooms if i'm being generous but it feels bigger than this two story house with suitcases full of tarnished tatters of terrible secrets objects things clutter around my room that i leave as is my brother's first grade oil pastel artwork on the wall the artless accumulation of stuff things telltale traces of trauma that tiptoe tactlessly around troubled trinkets only tangentially tangible terrain. where i think where is the slippery sense of settling into my own skin where is the clutterless cupholder made for me where is when is home
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Added on May 25, 2020 Last Updated on May 25, 2020 Tags: nonsense, thoughts, brain dump, mental health, family, divorce AuthorhiraethstillCAAboutAn old soul, and probably the biggest dork you'll ever meet. Helping people and doing my best to make them feel accepted and cared for is why I was put on this earth. If I can do something for someone.. more..Writing
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