I often wonder to myself,
Where is she?
Where has she gone?
I look for her,
Here, there and everywhere…
I look inside myself and feel bare,
I know others out there do deeply care,
The struggle each day,
She fights to find herself,
And no, she wasn’t left on the shelf,
She has a loving husband and loving children,
So why does she feel she is on the rim?
Her home feels so cold,
To the point of being bold!
One day I truly pray she finds herself,
And doesn’t feel this emptiness of doom,
With the sense of nobody’s home!
Let the warmth come back inside her,
Let her feel that other people do care,
So she can be able to start to share,
Maybe a month, maybe two,
Down the line,
And without any frown,
Will be the day she will find,
Inner love, inner peace,
Warmth and love from her family,
And it won’t be that nobody is home,
It will be that everyone is there,
And things are meant to be as they are!
Namaste Selfexpressive. “Nobody’s Home” – Avril Lavigne
Adding your comment:
The story of this poem is very emotional and you captured that really well through your writing, particularly the way your rhyme kind of makes bitter irony of the misery of the lady. 
