A House Without A Home

by apetrig

January 18, 2014

Holding onto strings of nothing

In a house without a home.

Shooting blind and hoping

That the ricochet kills me too.

Buried deep in a corner,

Hiding from so much of the light,

Rests the shadow of a girl I used to be.

Cast aside is her bright eyed innocence,

Her open wonder,

Her love for such a broken world,

Her religion, her shyness, her love of self.

Left in the light is a husk of who I am.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 12, 2016

<p><span style="color: rgb(37, 37, 37); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238);">Powerful expression! </span></p>

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