The One I Call Home

Within my spirit lies a space,

For one I never could replace,

She found me on my darkest day,

And chased my demons far away.

Her love is one I couldn’t seek,

I searched and searched but she found me.

Appearing out of nowhere, when I needed her the most,

She touched my aching spirit with a love I’d never known.

Kneeling down, she clasped my hand,

And saved me from the sinking sand.

No one ever cared for me,

Abandoned at the age of three.

My eyes were dull, my body frail,

No sun shone here, my skin was pale.

Of all the visits people made,

A glance is all that came my way.

‘Damaged goods,’ their eyes would say,

‘Let’s find a younger one to save.’

Then I’d watch them whisk away,

Those who still knew how to play.

Years past by, and nothing changed.

Kids came and went, yet I remained.

Rejection’s chill had marked my face,

Left scars that rendered me ashamed.

Heart still beating in my chest,

But hope had gasped its final breath.

No longer thought there’d be the day,

Where I would hear one call my name.

So when I heard that creaky door,

My eyes stayed glued upon the floor,

She aproached so quietly,

When she tapped my back it startled me.

‘How old are you?’ Her voice was sweet,

Soon she’d know to let me be.

‘I know I’m small but I’m thirteen,

Most grownups don’t come talk to me.’

She smiled, and her face was kind,

That smile never reached her eyes,

When I looked at them I recognized,

The pain the mirror showed in mine.

‘I think that you and I relate,

I lived here when I was your age,

It’s funny it still looks the same,

You’d think that they would renovate!’

She shook her head, and looked annoyed.

Twenty years and still no toys.

When she was small she’d passed the days,

Staring through that window pane,

And on her knees she prayed and prayed,

But sadly no one ever came.

She left the day she turned eighteen,

Grateful she was finally free.

She looked to prove what she could be,

Worked hard to pay for a degree.

Found great success, yet still she hurt,

She poured herself into her work,

Accomplishments to stop the pain,

But still the price could not be paid,

In others minds she had the world,

But she was still a lonely girl.

Fancy cars and mansions owned,

Yet still she didn’t have a home.

Knelt on her knees, it’d been a while,

But God did answer with a smile,

Suddenly she saw the truth,

There’s kids that hurt, and they need you.

With selflessness she found her joy,

And shared it with a little boy.

On fancy bed I write this poem,

In mansion on expensive phone.

But if there is one thing I know,

This house could never be my home.

Sitting on an old cold floor,

My home walked through a creaky door.