Hmm…

Empty
by Elaine A.

I have written songs
Of love, of life and of me
I have climbed a hill
To see where I want to be

I have crossed a river
And felt the water brush my feet
I have seen the place
Where sad people come to meet

But I haven’t seen myself
Beyond the sadness and tears
I haven’t crossed the barrier
Where people have no fears

I haven’t climbed a place
Where I should have been happy
And I haven’t written a song
That could sing my life’s melody.

When I was in high school, I wrote this. Sometimes, I think my poems are too shallow. Maybe I just write what comes out of the blue regardless if it makes sense. I’m not sure, but I never was one who had “too many friends” in high school and until now. I felt like I was always the one in class whom people avoided to tease or pick on because they all knew I easily cried. I always felt empty ever since my parents separated. The house was not home. And I didn’t know where else in the world was home.

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