(be)Coming home

This meaty ham-fisted house
Was not my home, no
Though long I lived within

ne’er lion, more timrous mouse
Despite me, Grown
Habitrail still caged within

The cage confessed
Within my breast
It’s gates torn asunder

with sweet sorrow
I’ll line my nest
Compassion, wonder

Inspired by an excellent poet Magaly, and posted on Brendan’s deep, significant, thoughtful challenge at Imaginary Garden, with Real Toads

7 thoughts on “(be)Coming home

  1. The title is brilliant.
    The timorous mouse resonates, was me as a child. I found my inner strength in my early twenties and became at home with myself.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]


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