I’m growing up.
Where home is I don’t know
Family now has their own family
Sisters have lives of their own
Childhood ended long ago,
When the first bird flew from the nest,
And the second refused to go.
Now the last one’s left behind,
Waiting for her family
to come home.
Wrote this lil guy as a very emotionally unstable and depressed 14 year old. Lots has changed. Some has stayed the same. Mostly posting here so I can have all my poems sitting in a single space to more easily look back on. Pretty sure the date is something like November of 2013.