The roof that sheltered me from rain,
The hands that held me through the pain,
The heart that carried my very depth,
The walls containing my every breath,
The floor that caught all of my tears,
The eyes that watched me face my fear,
The door that's open to welcome me,
The ears that listen each time I plea,
The mouth that says it will be fine,
The window sifting my days of sunshine,
The mind that wanders till it reaches me,
The room to where all my secrets meet,
To them, you are humans
Merely warm and alive,
And it's only me who sees through –
The essence all deprived,
For wherever my soul decided to roam,
It is in your arms you have built my home
Author's note: This poem is solely dedicated to two of the people I love most, my parents. To me, you will always feel like home.
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Depth of Me •••#Wattys2018•••
Поэзия"I'll write for what was left within the ashes; for the depth of me when all else is gone." cover drawing by: Carolina Roda
