Homeless

"Homeless"

No one would expect a classroom to be a home. 

Yet in one extraordinary classroom, a family is born: 

with loving mother, and plenty of eager, excited children.

Happiness and love flourish, and beauty is created.

But nobody really realizes it is their home until suddenly it is

gone. It is taken away, repossessed. No more will the gentle

woman come out of her office to the jokes and cacophony of

music. No longer will the older siblings enter.

No longer will laughter, playing, love, or joy be allowed.

Instead, the children find it to be cold and deserted, not by choice,

but because it is the law.

No longer does it feel filled with music, and growing, and bonding.

There is no unity, for each of the children left must find another

home. No, instead there is silence and a Hawk, dictating all

elements of the classroom.

No longer do I feel welcome.

No longer do I view it as my home.

No longer do I even wish to return, for the memories of what

use to be and what could have been thrash me into a despair

for hope of love that will never be again.

No longer.

***

Senior year of high school. Don't most people love this year? Isn't this the party year? The year where I can just ride the rails until the day of graduation, and just have the time of my life? Only three days into the year, and already I feel as if I would accept not graduating just to get out of school. It has been some of the roughest days of school I've had to endure, and it is anywhere near to being finished. I wrote this poem to express but one struggle I'm facing at school currently: the fact that I have no real home now. And it feels like no family. I see my friends and music family maybe once or twice a day, just in passing mostly. And all because we've been kicked out of our home and way of life, and it hurts.