No-one ever told me that I can never be home ever again...
No matter how much I try to fit in
No matter how much I try to stick my plans of holidays around only home visits...Or even dare to make them
Just to be able to sneek a bit of time!
Time from and with ones I grew-up among.
Never ever anyone told me to be prepared- that I would leave even more wounded than ever...
Wounded from what?
Emotions of those whom I had know as mine...dearly mine but they failed to accept or even acknowledge.
I hold no grudge because I know they aren't sorted within and trying to find their own answers but in the whole game I became the one targetted. One who isn't enough for them or they fear that the acknowledgement may trodd me off my path.
No-one ever told how hollow it would feel...how engulfing the emptiness will be and how it all would appear as if I am fighting against nothingness....
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