Home

I close the clasp on my necklace like the year closes on itself, uneventful and second nature.

As the months left dwindle down to days left, I find myself once again looking for the bigger picture

But all I see is my impulsivity manifested on the walls

Through the orange-pink mixture

I cannot help but think about who I was

Quiet and timid

My room is a clear reflection of it

Nothing out of place like opinions in its space

In my mind

And I dwell on it for a while longer

My hometown brings back memories

That sadden me to think That I once lost myself Walked over to the brink Of the end

Because I wanted to please others

My room reminds me of the girl Who could not say a word Because her mother had held Against her back a sword

That forced her

To be what her mother wanted

All that is mine is in a suitcase

In the corner of the room Filled enough for a short visit Before the thought would consume Me to think

This is where I belong

I long for my space back at college

My home away from home

The place I decorated so nicely

To represent me and where I roam

All my dreams

Found in books piled on tables

College has become my own And I don´t seem to mind What it has been doing to me It has been so kind

My freedom

Is what I call college, let me go back