A Comfort Zone


As a child, I never had a stable home

I moved from place to place and

and situation to situation

Always feeling like an outsider

I felt I had to be the entertainer

or even a fighter to win acceptance

Being a Chameleon

not knowing who you are

due to having to change and

survive to suit every situation

it made me feel scared and alone

I used to think about a dream home

which could have been a hole in the wall

A space that nobody wanted as long

as it could be mine forever and I

knew when I went out there was

always a door for me waiting for me.

To be opened and closed behind

me to feel safe.and feel I belonged.



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