I will be leaving

I will be leaving a war home,

battles played out under the carpet

creating breakers for us all so

chopping off a salty sea

I will be the first to leave,

leave nothing but the boyfriend,

my young brother, discarding mother

and father, past their sell-by date

for a sixteen year old.  I don’t know

all this at the time, I just feel it all.

I will take my haircut, my pink lipstick

my fear, my tears.  It will be nothing

like home; nothing is what I know.

The future is a small pinprick, a large

sky filled with snaky rainbows, a crowd

of girls wearing transparent cloaks

waiting for other outfits to be revealed.

Using the prompt of leaving home from NaPoWriMo this is a raw effort, thrown together quickly.  It's late evening now and this is my leave-taking of the challenge to write a poem a day.  And what a challenge, and what an immersion in living with poetry.  I've had a wild time here sitting at my laptop, and I'm hoping I can glean some stalks to weave into future poems.