Have You Met My Home?

I’ve sat here,

alone and afraid,

though I am still alive,

today, today, today!

And I sit upon this tree,

where the leaves are so

evergreen"I might say,

have you met my home this day?

And will you help me find it,

whoever you are?

Whether a friend or a foe,

or a troll or a gnome.

May you help me find it,

my home? May it be

somewhere in the

great unknown.

Or it might just be wherever

I first misplaced it.

Or perhaps you know

as much as I do.

"And now I am

talking to myself, too…

Author's Note

This poem is from the book I am currently working on.