A Stranger At Home

at life through grey colored glasses. Keep writing, you are getting there. ~ Geezer. 

I don’t critique. I admire & read for pleasure. Thanks for posting. I joined today too 

This is beautiful.

​That line right in the middle—'This is a house, not a home anymore'—is an absolute masterpiece of simplicity. It's so blunt, honest, and direct. You don't hide behind complicated words there; you just tell the raw truth of what it feels like to be a stranger in your own birthplace. It gives the reader an immediate gut punch of understanding.

​I also really loved the contrast you built between the burning June heat and your longing for the cold, grey December skies. It perfectly captures that deep ache of wanting to escape to a place where you finally feel like you belong.

​If I could offer one small spark of constructive feedback: your writing is at its absolute strongest when you trust your own direct, honest voice—like that incredible 'house/home' line. You have a real gift for tapping into raw human grief. Sometimes, using traditional metaphors (like a book turning its last page) can actually pull the reader away from how powerful your real, unedited feelings are. Don't be afraid to keep it as raw and grounded as possible, because your honest voice is beautiful.

​Thank you for putting a piece of yourself into this and sharing it. It's a really moving poem."