Sick of Home

I’m homesick, in that,

I’m sick of this home.

This dreary and unexciting,

Uncomfortable and cold,

Long-lived, too-long,

Home.

I long for a new home,

One I enjoy being in,

One I seek refuge in,

Not refuge from.

One I await,

Not one I return to with reluctance.

I’m sick of this home,

And long for a new one.

Missed Experiences;Missed Life

Where is my life?

Have I had one?

I get sad often,

When I see,

Hear,

Read,

Lives.

When I am reminded,

Of all that I’ve missed.

All I’ve never done, never had.

And I think,

I’d never give it up,

If it were mine.

- Lily