Somewhere is Nowhere

I keep searching

a seeker striding within and without

where is home?

It’s nowhere I’ve ever been

certainly not my cold and inferior childhood

populated by the clutter of empty liquor bottles, sleepless nights and angry feasts

serial schooling in new places with blank faces

hodgepodges of could be friends for a transient ghost called me

a freight train carrying my coming adolescence

a small stain on a heartless afterthought

a bastard child to abhor

Then it was gone

I was gone

and now I’m here

the backyard of someone’s beyond

still scoping out clues and possible trails

breadcrumb survivor that I am

I remain fervent to the final exhalation

and as I merge into my own setting sun

ever so slowly

could it be

I have no home?

That somewhere

is really Nowhere

to be found

Just an eternal orphan yearning to belong

to somewhere hopeful

and to be loved by someone strong


Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

4 thoughts on “Somewhere is Nowhere”

    1. Precisely Adrian and those who have a home don’t know how truly lucky they are. It’s a little like being outside in the cold looking in a window filled with light and warmth but you can’t find the door so you are stuck out there alone.

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