A blue ranch on a hill, the place I grew up,

chickens roaming near a red barn, tearing grass,

and dogs leaping through fields as high as a deer.

Quiet days and quiet nights,

the calm winds whistling and birds chirping,

four people living in a place, as small as a New York apartment.

A place with memories forgotten,

a broken home chipping away like the paint on an old car,

containing a lonely father, focused on keeping what could be lost.

I, a lost soul trapped between two homes, nowhere to go,

a mom that lost hope, no care for her children,

a sister causing trouble, worry, and sleepless nights.

Left unstable and empty, numb.

Cries of frustration and sadness, trapped within herself like a bird in a cage,

a broken girl in a broken home.