No Home for Me

Nowhere is home for the likes of me, Cold, ignored, cast out, Reality encases my heart with ice. Looking into an amber-lit window, Fresh out-of-the-oven, succulent turkey, Steaming mashed potatoes with gravy, Opulent porcelain plates, Peas, pies, pasta, A meal. In my frost-encased cage, An absence, Of hope, Of humanity, Of home. Cold is a cobra, Coiled, ready to strike, With each gust of icy wind. I am a snowflake, Unique, beautiful, delicate, People unwilling to truly see me, Just another speck of snow in the sky.