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I grew up alone in a cold storage in a Cold House

But I could buy any item to decorate my room

I was  alone when I started playing guitar

And  also when I decided to learn French

I went to Europe alone

But every time I came back home

the walls of my room were being torn down

But I still kept hanging posters

  a painting of Nut covering the entire sky

or the Beatles's all you need is love

I locked all the darkness inside me and they became my light

I didn't care about the cracks in the wall

or the dead rats in the hall

The sun came out where my quote notebooks were

and that was enough to grow the flowers inside me

I'm sure a few petals fell off but I was able to grow this much

I hope this is enough for you too

I can give all the love I've taught myself

but excuse me, I'm not very good at it

Reviews

[laika]

i love this. perfectly balanced is the sadness about growing up in a broken home, and the sunlight of healing. i wish you well on your journey to continue to find the warm places in life - a home that is not cold.

[Beren]

ah my dear new poet friend! thank you! thank you for your kind wishes and everything! wishing you all the best!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was powerful and poignant write. I can feel the sense of loneliness and the uneasy acceptance to the consigned fate of perhaps always being so. It's a very moody read. Great job on this.

[Beren]

Thank you very much indeed. I am really glad you liked it, I value your comments a lot. I'll keep dancing in that cold room

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Funny. I grew up in a house with a cold room where I spent a lot of time. It was a new kitchen under construction and it was closed off but I used to go in there and sit all the time.

[Beren]

But now you have started your own family and you have wonderful children to dance with... The family you create is more important than the family you were born into.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

As it should be...