Prose Poetry: Whispered Thoughts from Exposed Houses

In many different settings

Where I roam different houses

I think back to several different lives

 

Small houses with few rooms

A neighborhood where my skin blends in

Though the snow and hail leaves me dreary,

There is comfort among the writers, artists and activists

Inspired and empowered, I move freely

But I later become frantic and bothered

I can’t claim this as my home

 

Medium sized houses with enough rooms

The bright sun in a family neighborhood

I smile easily because I’m at peace

My interests are peaked by the people I meet

Motivated to do more. Motivated to be more

But my steps are monitored and the work is endless

I don’t always feel I belong here and I often walk alone

 

Large houses with many rooms

A translator who caters to our needs

A chauffeur who drives me to school

Schools with teens who drive fancy cars

And vacation in different countries

This life seems good but I’m constantly in tears

I don’t see my color around and I’m uncomfortable with myself

 

Grand houses with more than enough rooms

I step out and all I do is stare in awe

The places I go look old and modern

I feel I can write here. I want to explore here

But I can’t dive in. This is temporary.

I have to figure out where I’m going

I have to be on my way

 

In many different settings

Where I roam different houses

I think back to several different lives

 

I don’t write poems that often. But I dreamt that I was flying through the different homes I lived in as a child and teenager. When I woke up, I wanted to write what I felt and more… To the creative writers or poetry lovers, I’d love your feedback?

Post Author: Isioma Ononye

I'm a blogger, freelance writer and news enthusiast. I love having deep conversations about life, personal development and books. I care deeply about feminism. My bliss is found in words that move me, nature and chasing my dreams.

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