khadjah elaine

by khadjahelaine

Iridescent, yet dull

Cozy, yet tight

These are the words I use to describe my home

I’m not one to complain

I’ll take what I’m given

And frankly, it’s not much

I don’t make a sound

Not even a peep

If I do, she’ll be sure to hear it

I await in the dark

For a bite to eat

For a pillow to lay my head on

As the time passes by

I’ll dream of sunny skies

And beach days with ice cream and sunscreen

I reminisce of my mother’s perfume

The sweet smell of vanilla

Now, musk and mold fill up my nostrils

These chains are tight and hold me down

But sometimes it’s nice to be held

The distance is great between my friends and I

I wonder if they call to check on me

Mother is sweet when she wants to be

Maybe I’ll ask

For now, I’ll wait

in my tiny home

Away from the world behind me