Anxiety, Depression, Love, Mental Health, Poetry, Writing

Forgotten 

Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on

If you have no home,
do what you can for your next meal,
home is a place of discomfort,
in a state of survival,
feelings muted from the child you used to be,
who may have looked at holidays with hope and wonder,
as an adult left to flounder,
know this daughter of humanity wishes you love and comfort.

Emily©

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Matthew G says:
    December 24, 2017 at 1:34 pm

    Feels like you said that to me. Awesome!

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply
    1. spokenwords1979 says:
      December 24, 2017 at 2:07 pm

      I’m so glad!

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

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