Take Me Home (Original Poems)

Control - Poem 98

When the silence is so loud,

Your hands shake in a strange assurance.

Because this feeling is not native,

This feeling is your long forgotten home.

The home that began with a harmless complaint,

Ending with the love they showed you to give to yourself.

Your aching muscles and cracking back are signs of your home.

Yes, they seemed fighting at first,

But now your love the feeling of swallowing that pill with the cold water,

Fitting the bottom of your empty stomach.

The way you would grow cold in a warm room,

Is the feeling of home.

The way you felt you would break if he hugged you too tight you would break,

Is the feeling of home.

This dark, fragile, and controlled state is back,

But have no worries,

For I have survived before.

This home reminds me that I have control.