I am a home,
I have been rebuilt repeatedly
From undistinguishable fires,
Foreigners taking root inside my house,
Rain falling down on my darkest days
Making my interior damaged.
Never the same again.
But I'll fix myself
because
No one else will.
I'll take my hurt
And build my character
It made me who I am today.
A mansion instead of a house.
Deep with a purpose that one day
I won't have to hide my trauma
in this damaged mansion.
Instead someone will take my for sale sign
And make a home out of me
Accepting every little crack and cut,
And loving me for it.
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Melancholy - poem
PoetryEnjoy well written poetry that is relatable for many, in short or long entries each chapter. It is sad, motivating, and breathtaking to read with each part relating to things I've been through and others have been through too. It's a well worth it r...
