My Home

My heart, beaten, a bruise
Callousness, a nightmare it was
Challenging a crippled will
My trust, your devoted gift
Wrapped with earnest love
An ornate box, it never left
A delicate bow, still untied
Unlike myself, muddled about

An open book, I once was
Each chapter, there to read
I hid nothing, not a thing
Bound tight, filled with promise
A faded cover, never a touch
Left about, my silent lament
Sitting amongst the others
My pages, each one obscured

Lonely inside, dreams I pursue
At daybreak, hiding themselves
Glistening stars, doing the same
In darkness, it’s there that I shine
A solitary comfort, essential peace
The pain, I’ve now found solace
Yearning for desperate passion
It’s who I am, it’s who I’ll be, today