“A home will never be home, because it's haunted.”
~Zoë Kaià

#HomecomingPoetry

I was never at home when I was at home
Because there was brutality in that home
My childhood made me realize that I'm full of scars
And it can never be mended anymore
It still haunts me until now.

That home was forever haunted
Because in that home I was physically, mentally, and spiritually damaged
That home is a misery that I can never return to
The never-ending curse at that home.

I was never loved at that home
I was never cared about in that home
That home was too broke to live at
The home that will never be home, because it is a mess
To live and to love.

I was never happy at that home
The scars that I've gained every day are at the highest level
It was never really a coping mechanism
Mommy, you're still haunting me, but I'm a fighter
I'm a survivor up to this day
So if I have a choice, I will never revisit my childhood.

The nuisance it makes me feel like every time
My past that I can talk about, but I can tear up every time
My childhood creeps me out every time
I'm scared every day, the whole of my life but nothing to call about
“I don't want to be back,” My present me is raising her hand.

THANK YOU FOR READING!
(so far this was my longest poem coming from the prompt)

© Z.K 🩷