March 2025 "It was a Home" by Estefani Gordillo Viera

Rent was free, so how can it not be?

How may I portray this in such a way for those who might envy me?

It was a home, yet not like any other

It was home, without those cotton sheets and furry covers

No roof, but the trees lay next to me,

giving me company when I had lost my entire family.

I listened to the birds call my name to the next block,

Don’t you know the old street has others sleeping their eternal sleep?

It was a home, of course not like any other,

It was a home; will I ever have those cotton sheets and furry covers?

Although I truly can’t complain, for Mother Nature gives me flowers

Why would I complain, I shall be free to fly to the clouds any day.

Once the plane lands at its final destination,

I head to loneliness and shame, the only place I feel accepted.

I hear a soothing waterfall that sounds too good to be true,

A soothing waterfall for the lost trout

who want to find their shoal as much as I do.

This place is home, it won’t be like any other

This place is my home, now I can finally feel rediscovered

My blood, is still far from me, but now my consciousness is coming back to me

I shall go back to my true home and reunite with all my family

Some may ask, how true is this story? Why would I lie if I feel washed with His glory? If I can take some back to this place I used to call home

they may see me as someone who doesn’t deserve to move on.

I was not accepting of the many more untroubled houses.

So, I shall tell you the message, please don’t follow that same pathway.

It was home, of course, not like any other

It was a home, by many more it shall be discovered

It may be fun for a time and it may be rent-free

-but it is not a home that will make you want to envy me.

author note; "Writing isn’t just about the grade, it’s about expressing how we feel, knowing that we can heal a bit of our inner selves through the beauty of words."