Can’t go home yet

Home is truth

Home denies my neverending youth

Home knows that I

Like trees towards sky

Must grow;

Home knows



Home is love and

Home is feeling

But home has four walls and a concrete ceiling

That blocks out

The everblazing sky.


Artificial light pours through the front door

I’m here

I can’t pretend anymore.


Words : Naomi Crisp

Photo : Hope Naisbitt