Where Have You Been?

Where did all my friends go? I don't know where they are. I can't hear them. They've stopped writing. Sure they've called, messaged, facebooked, but I can't hear them. Writing is the best way for me to hear you. I miss you all, but it seems that you have stopped writing. I know that you're busy(believe me I am, too... kinda) but you have to let out your voices. They haven't gone anywhere, they're still in your finger tips. Just reach out to you pen, your paper, or your keyboard, and SCREAM into the letter. Let me hear you sing!

Comin' Home

I find myself in this room,
my room,
and finally feeling like it's home.
Not a permanent home, but at least where my bed is.

And at the first hints of normalcy,
I slipped away to where home was.
And suddenly my heart is torn
between what was and what is home.

The bed that rested me for so many years
feels so foreign and strange.
And the stairs I climbed so many times
are so much easier, and harder, to endure.

What at first felt so hard and different,
I begin to understand.
This long road that I'm forced to take,
Can only take me home.