My World

Home.

A word that we use,

Almost every day. 

But what does it really mean?

Home can be so many different places.

It could be where you live

Or just where you feel happy.

For me,

Where I feel like home changes like the tide.

Sometimes I will feel at home in my bed,

Outside on a trail.

I can feel at home in school,

Laughing with my friends.

Home isn’t a place for me.

It is a feeling that you get,

A safe feeling.

That is what it means to be home. 

 
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Estelle

VT

16 years old

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  • Poetry

    By Estelle

    Skipping stones

    One word, one stone,
    Flat and smooth.
    One lake, one life.
    One stone
    Is flung at the water.
    The ripples spread out like a fan.
    Each ripple changes the water,
    Churning up the sand.
    It hits once, twice, again and again.

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  • Poetry

    By Estelle

    It Still Hurts

    I look just like you,

    Pale skin, light hair.

    Do you know my blood is a little bit different?

    You might not notice,

    The little things, that show I am different.

    You might notice an accent in a couple words,

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  • Poetry

    By Estelle

    Keep Them Close

    Friends are there for you if you ask,
    Best friends are there before you even think about it.

    With friends you have to talk,
    With best friends you can just sit side by side, knowing that they are there.

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