Chasing Sunshine

Your home is crowded,
There’s no room for both of you –
So you assume shame.

The voices tell you
To let the intruder in;
You do, and shame’s in.

In the end, you know
This is where you will belong,
For’er – in yourself.

You crafted its walls,
You filled its rooms with wonder,
And you settled in.

Maybe there is one
A place like none – to belong,
A sliver of home

You think you want to
Go back inside – truth is though,
You’ll no more fit in.

If you can, walk out
On your own terms – failing which,
You give in to shame.

The slow walk outside
Was not easy – not with eyes
Bored on your exile.

Where do you belong?
Spaces you were evicted from –
Where you’re ne’er welcome.