The lonesome egg

They treat me like an egg,

About to drop and splat,

The reality is I’m more

Complex than that!

 

My room unkept and busy,

Not the way I left it,

Discharge date looming,

Why won’t they accept it?

 

Home needs to come

In one form or the other,

I have no choice or say

Insurance out of cover.

 

‘Get an extension!’

She just keeps repeating,

The words tear through my heart

They almost stop it beating.

 

The upheaval of my stuff,

Cramped into a tiny room,

No room for growth,

No way for me to bloom.

 

I’m a different person,

The past six months have changed me,

Will I go back and have

The environment again chains me?

 

To the spot where I have

No room or say to blossom,

I’ll tip toe around the house again

My needs pushed to the bottom.

 

Not allowed to speak my mind,

No support for change,

Will I give up my life

For his as an exchange?

 

For my quality of life at home

Revolves around my brother

‘Don’t tell him this or that’,

Is what says my mother.

 

But I am more assertive now,

Become more autonomous,

No longer will I accept

Her and her sour puss.

 

I’m homeward bound next Friday week,

No say in the matter,

An egg no more I’ll prove to myself,

That I won’t fall and shatter.