Returning Home

  • I have adventured for many years
    Seen more than most will see
    Cried a thousand tears…
    At both beauty and terror been,

    When I started I just wished for change
    To see something that wasn’t the same
    Experience the new and bold
    To look upon something with nothing but awe,

    However now that I have returned
    From the home I left so long ago,
    I feel so confused and torn,
    For no longer feels my home

    The door that I remembered,
    Lays tattered, cracked and aged
    Upon the ground it screams out…
    Stories of its glory days

    Inside the spiders look comfortable,
    Undisturbed in peaceful slumber,,
    The table fallen over frail,
    The chairs warm in a blanket of dust…

    And staring at this aged state
    I begin to truly ponder
    Is this really my home?
    Or am I stranger in a strange land
    That is no longer my own..


    January 1st, 2011 | Matty Angel | No Comments |

About The Author

Matty is a 37 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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