Where Is My Home?

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About the Author:

Takiyah Douglas (Creative Writing, Class of 2018) hopes to turn her love of writing into a career one day. Her best friend is food and her favorite opera is Trapped in the Closet.  She can be found locked in her room creating play scripts, short stories and, very rarely, poems.

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Where Is My Home?

by Takiyah Douglas

 

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Panting, panting, panting

 

It’s black and white as I look out.

This thing is like my bed, but harder, colder, lonelier.

 

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Searching, searching, searching

Where is he? Where is here?

No bowl, no bone, no water, no one.

Just this thing I sit in. It’s small.

Something is on the front. Words I think.

What is it?

 

They pass. “Awww” they say with sad faces. Why?

 

Aren’t I loved? Where is he?

 

Home, home, home

I want to go home.

 

Chewed shoes, messy paws, broken glass,

Screeching furballs, nights howls, mud baths.

 

Was I a disappointment?

 

No one passes by anymore.

He’s not here.

He’s not coming is he?

 

Home. Wishful thinking.

I have no home and I have no owner.

 

Copyright © Takiyah Douglas (2016) All Rights Reserved.