home
little hands
and barefoot running down the pavement
home made for playing and dancing
sun freckles and cartwheels
but to come home to guilt
for simply existing in that house
on stilts and upon shaky ground
you did not deserve it.
i wish for you to know love since the start
radiating from every part within
i wish it was a home that could not collapse
because how can i remember where there never was
Mimi Gotbetter is a high school student in Massachusetts, and a lover of all things art and poetry