A guest in my own home

photo credit - pinterest

I am a guest in my own home.

That's what he said.

I am a stranger to my own people

I realized.

Understand where I'm coming from

Yet oblivious to where I came from

He took me away from my father's house

He promised my father to do right by me.

Daddy, he didn't, he lied

He took me to his home

"Don't get too comfortable

This is not your home

I can chase you whenever I like

I can do to you whatever I want

You don't have a home"

Nowhere to go

No one to turn to

He took me from home

To make me a prisoner in his home

Comments

Enoq_with_a_k

I still can't believe it. Nobody can. Rastaman. That's what most people used to identify you as. But that's not all you were. You were a son, a homie, a student, a classmate, a brother, a friend and most importantly, you were kind and generous. You blended in wherever you went and it was easy to talk to you. Your calm and gentle aura could calm even the rowdiest of souls. Very clean always happy and didn't want to see anyone down. A good listener who always uplifted the people you met. Anyone could strike up a conversation with you and leave feeling a little bit lighter. Everyone liked you. And everyone feels this loss. When 2023 began, I never imagined something like this was in store for us. You were a friend of a friend when I first met you but then you became my friend almost immediately. I remember your phone calls needing my help to know where the venue of a certain class or exam was. Or when you needed a group for a class assignment. Back then I complained abou...

So this is what regret feels like

Photo Credit- Mark Manson I wish I was brave. Brave enough to love you loudly. I wish I was courageous. Courageous enough to go after what I wanted. You. I wish I didn't care what they thought. Cause while I cared what they thought. They were busy doing what I wanted to do. I wish I let them judge me. Cause now I realize, I don't care much for their opinion anyway. And I lost a gem collecting rocks. I lost so many moments, so many opportunities. Hiding myself from you. While all you wanted from me was to reveal myself. We were a perfect fit, I see that now. As I look back, all I feel is regret. So this is what regret feels like. The words unsaid leave me in a chokehold. All I feel is anger and pain. Anger towards them but mostly me. And pain for the lost opportunities. You saw me, I saw you. But I was afraid. I'm afraid it's too late for...

Invisible Doors

Photo Credit -Amino Apps You know those people that open doors and don't close them? Especially the doors that keep the cold outside and the warmth in. The doors that when open everyone can see what is going on inside and it gets annoying. When you are comfortable in your room, deep in your warm blankets then a sibling just opens your door, inspects the room, touches random things and then leaves it wide open for no particular reason and when you tell them to close the door they are too far gone so now you have to get up out of your comfortable bed to go close the door that was comfortably closed. Well, that recently happened to me. But mine wasn't a literal door. No, I wish it was though. It was a door I didn't even know existed. The kind of door your subconscious closes shut because what is behind it is not that pretty. Funny thing is whatever is behind this door has been affecting my life seriously and I was oblivious to it. But I don't know if this person realiz...

Soul of an Artist

Search This Blog