Leaving Home Echoes
I was sixteen- ready to leave my blanket behind.
A time to make extreme choices in the blink of an eye.
My self-esteem led me to a place with no morality.
Somewhere to find solace, be selfish, renew vitality.
I was mauled at home, nailed to the wall.
They were so narrow-minded, they thought I’d fall.
Wanted me to stay forever in my baby basket.
It remains a past I never want to salvage.
No time for second glances, time would not slow down.
My mother snarled- “petulant child” became her slogan.
In my defence, I was determined to make my future brighter.
No bitter feelings over being called a blighter.
My quarrels with mother were like choral feuds.
Not in the same way as carols echo around the piano.
All I wanted was to exceed expectations.
Now I can never diffuse the situation.
Forever defined by my defaced reputation.
In response to the NaPoWriMo homophones challenge found here
40 words: extreme, esteem, sixteen, exceed, blanket, blinked, blackout, basket, selfish, shellfish, salvage, solace, gnarled, nailed, snarled, mauled, vitality, finality, morality, fatality, slogan, slowing, second, soaking, blighter, bitter, brighter, blinder, diffuse, deface, defence, defines, petulant, patient, vigilant, prevalent, quarrel, choral, carol, coral
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