This "NEW" Home

made out the letters and made the calls
told them i'm losing everything that I had
and made them all sorry and made them all sad
i held up the ends of my torn hair
i put the closed sign and said i dont care
but in reality i faltered and i felt weak
but they said it'd be OK so i'd try to sleep
and in the mornings i woke day after day
i found the days became less tinged in grey
so even when storm skies fill up the dawn
i will keep on walking keep going on
there may be missing the days i grew in
there may be missing the rooms i played in
there may be missing the place i had known
but i will make new memories in this place i call home

By Elizabeth Azpurua 3/18/11