A place called Home

It used to be my shelter,

my solace when I was cold,

my refuge when I was worn

and a comfort when I was torn

I would run there when the world turned against me,

when friends became foes,

all I had in mind were my woes,

All the same, this place was like heaven,

Peaceful,warm and safe

A place I wouldn't trade for anything or anywhere...

However, as time went by, this place changed..

it became icy and multiplied my pain

all I felt was anguish and strain

Whenever I set foot there...

I hardly longed to return

but I had to, since I had nowhere else to go,

It killed me inside,

yet there was little I could about it..

Nothing except pray,

that someday I would break out of my nest, and fly away...

Away from the place I called home...