I no longer remember a place called home
Or the last time anyone was welcomed at my door
Who knew these memories be the ones I miss.
As I wonder these streets all alone
What made me laugh doesn’t anymore
For I been reduced to nothing more than this
Homeless, and nothing more than this
This box, the only place I can consider my home
Been so long, I don’t count the days anymore
I just sit here begging, praying for a door
To shelter me from the heat, cold, and being alone
If I ever made it out, this box I will not miss
Strangers do ask me what it is I miss
As if there has to be something much more than this
As if there is a cure to being abandoned alone
And how I may not have a roof, but I have a home
And I ask “do you know the value of a door?”
Because you will, once you don’t have it anymore
Those days I just don’t want to be here anymore
It stirs up these feelings I long for and miss
Never thought I’d be one to darken a door
This was not my choice, I didn’t ask for this
To stand here begging for food in front of a home
Belonging to a family who wish I’d leave them alone
But what do they know of being alone?
Or how it feels to be told “Scum! don’t come back anymore!”
Or what it means to really have a home
How it feels to have memories of simplicity to truly miss.
I’d wish this on no one, even they don’t deserve this
I know I now understand the value of a door
I believe we all take for granted the luxury of a door
And what it really means to be forgotten, to be alone
I pray there is a life for me beyond this
Because I just can’t take the pain anymore
I want to hold everything I miss
I want the warm embrace of a home
I’m tired of being alone, I don’t want this anymore
I want to leave this box I call a home, I want the one I miss
All I really want is this; All I really ask for is a door
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
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