A Series of Illustrated Poems
It wasn't 2am on a Friday night neither were you on my mind
Strange, but It was 3pm on a wednesdsay afternoon and I was sitting In a room filled with people.
Mind you, neither was I dreaming about your dark brown eyes
nor was I left all alone.
But that was when my mind decided to go on a journey In search of home.
I left for a while.
I walked into the same room with different stories to tell - It was all the same; the tiles, the lights , the people , the smiles : but what changed was the feeling . This time it felt unfamiliar , like a place I knew of but did not know where to find it. There were secrets which never came to my ears, stories which I wasn't a part of , songs which I couldn't relate to. And that is when I realized that home is a feeling - sometimes you grow with it and sometimes out of it.
Today I woke up to white walls which didn't feel peaceful,
Lights which my eyes could't recognize,
Voices which groaned in pain as if death was pulling them away.
I felt worse than the alchohol which burned down my throat the other night ,for I was left to live with a beeping sound of my dying heart beside me.
Lying in this cold cold room which didn't seem quiet happy. I closed my eyes in fear , but when I opened them I had a different feel.
For In that moment , In that very moment I found myself a bit closer to this distant place called home.
I found home in cold hospital beds which struggled to keep me warm,
I found home in the smiling faces of people I never met , trying to comfort me in a language I never speak .
I found home when my friends cracked jokes which never made me laugh but I did anyway.
I found home when the faces unknown to me a year ago turned out to be my family today.
Today I found home when I was in pain.
