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
Me.
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