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.
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.
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