'Home'

Another entry for the Senior Poetry Prize, this time by Olivia Plunket:

'Home'

Here I am myself,

I am only me,

Away from all the clutter,

Here I hold my dreams.

These dreams come in numbers,

Greater than before,

Here was the first and last,

But I will search for more.

The red comes crawling, clinging,

Holding on for life,

The rain comes down but pouring,

Searching for revival.

Here I hold my memories,

Those days from long before,

Here I had my childhood,

And here I lost it all.

Reaching for those keep-sakes,

Wringing out my soul,

Looking for what I’ve lost now,

And then, just finding home.