I took part in a writing challenge during the week, to write 200 words on ‘Home’.
I adapted an old post about not asking for help, and this is what I came up with.


As a child I lived in a happy home,
five children, loving parents and a dog.
Life was all it should be,
until he came along,

and I sailed away unnoticed.

I could see my family on the mainland,
and sometimes tried to visit,
but even surrounded by them,
I could not join in.

They became strangers.

It was lonely on my island.
Islanders are different,
aloof, reserved, and quiet.
Unwelcoming of visitors,

So no one ever came.

For six years I lived,photo credit: Liz Grace via photopin cc
in secret and alone.
Each day I checked my island walls,
ensuring there were no cracks.

No glimmer of light shone through.

Then, out of nowhere a stranger came
and took no notice of the walls.
He failed to see my isolation,
and uninvited, climbed onto my island

My life changed once more.

For a while we wandered together
as slowly my high walls crumbled,
until one day hand in hand,
he gently coaxed me from my island,

to a place we now call home.

photo credit: Liz Grace via photopin cc

31 thoughts on “Home

  1. I was having a huge empathy bomb… and then finished the poem. πŸ™‚ This was lovely, Tric.

  2. Oh, I really liked this. I can so relate to the feeling of home and the breaking down of island walls. I would love to hear this read aloud in an Irish accent it would sound so beautiful.

    1. Thanks Charlene. I hope you are doing well, and enjoying your art. You’ll have to find an Irish friend to read it for you, as I’m a bit camera shy. πŸ™‚

      1. Native Irish are hard to find in my neck of the woods here in South Carolina. I will just have to dream about a visit to your neck of the woods. Oh, the drawings are coming along. I have 8 finished and working on the 9th. After that only 8 more to go.

  3. I read this last night, tric; but I couldn’t think of words adequate enough. I thought about it throughout the day. Beautifully understated – and all the more powerful for that. I hope it felt good creating this.

    1. I read your comment yesterday, but was away most of the day, and I was delighted to know it had stayed with you. Thank you.
      I even read it to himself after a few drinks last night. He said… Thank you. πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you. I found it easy to write which sometimes happens when something really hits me. I’m lucky to have found ‘home’. Glad you enjoyed it.

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