Where I Call Home

Where living is like a prison and freedom is when you die,
Where every breath is costly so you can't afford to sigh
Where tears freeze into icicles when you begin to cry,
Where the top of the planet meets the bottom of the sky,...is where I call home,
Because where I call home has been entrenched by a poverty and itched in stone,
Then that very every same stone was picked up and thrown at the stained glass walls of where I call home,
My home shattered and I was left prone to feeling all alone,
My heart needs a loan so I could build a replica and clone my old home,
My old home has shown me how much I've grown,
When lost it's human nature to return to what you've known,
BUT I've out grown it in so many ways,
To the point where I'm no longer afraid of my next phase,
So I'm breaking ground on a new home,
Feel free to visit BUT only when you've grown!!!