This is not the most articulate, well written or clear poem I’ve ever written but it came from raw emotion some weeks ago.


It hurts
The hole in my soul grows larger and darker
A gaping chasm
Of pain

It hurts
My soul is never still nor at peace

It hurts
To be so totally parted from your home
So alone
Even among people

It hurts
And the pain only grows more desperate with each passing day
Repression, denial
The only way

It hurts
And I never understood the power of “home” until I could no longer feel it
At home
But not home

It hurts
So deep in my soul despite never knowing a place could be so much a part of me
The missing piece
Too big to see the rest of the jigsaw

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