Walk: Poem

I walk on paths that will lead me to a house

I do not call a home

I walk past houses that speak of warmth and honey on toast

Of spaces with large green gardens

Tall trees

strong oak

I smell the unfamiliar stench of normal

Whatever normal is supposed to be

I taste the letters on my eager tongue

Normal

Normal is what I am not

Normal is what I do not have

I see families on the streets

Little children laughing and playing

Togetherness

United with love

So when I walk

My heart fills with a bitter feeling of

'No'

But there is no point wanting something that you can never have

So I change the liquid that

Shifts through my lungs and windpipe

Happiness a faint beating pulse

Because at least somewhere

In a different house

A different home

There is warm honey

On toast.

By Consciousthoughts/C