On wooden floors I sit
and my eyes scope the room
for the last time. Lights are off except
my room - no one else is here, mother
left with reasons unclear.
A plane ride away from home,
to a new family, a new life.
By blood he is my father, by
fact he doesn't know me.
It's awkward,
I can't pretend its not.
On the edge of a bed, in an unfamiliar
house with unfamiliar smells, my heart
feels heavy and tears swell.
No one here to talk to, no one
to comfort me when i'm sad, no
shoulder to cry on, or someone
to vent to when i'm mad. No loving arms,
gentle kisses and a caring heart - nothing
here but a reminder; we are apart.
My feet don't know the streets, my lungs
don't know the air, my eyes don't know
the surroundings but my mind knows
there is no one there.
A wrench i'll feel inside my chest,
when I know how far apart we are -
there is nothing I can do.
I'll face the faces that don't know mine,
and engage in conversation
This is not what I know.
I can look up to the same sky -
but know I am alone, in this land
unlike my own -
Far away from 'home'.
Silver trophy winner
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