The Meaning of Home

The morning light dawned upon my face Another day yet nothing has changed I curled up my body for warmth as the wind ran past me hastily, leaving a cold trail of frosty air Life on the streets was challenging Hopelessness made my heart clench with despair Clenching my barren shirt, I shifted my weight onto my side, the rigid cement scraped my delicate skin as I slid my back to lean against the cardboard box People walked pass me like I was just a filthy piece of garbage that didn’t belong among them It felt like the roads were coughing and spitting me out, trying to get me out of its system The memory of myself not paying my debt still lingered in my mind, like a hurricane swirling with negative thought I missed the warmth of my old home, the way it would seem to tighten its embrace against me The way I used to feel so content and joyous just by being there I covet having a home