Nemoral
written by: K.G. Munro
There is no home when your car is your bed
And empty coffee cups replace your paycheck
Running from people with knives and hatchets,
Avoiding dirty needles on the streets
Exposed to the elements,
Blue fingertips from winter’s kiss
This is a battlefield, not an existence,
You decide to leave the city
For the woods that have been calling for you
You were raised rural
After this struggle, you decide to return to your roots
Claiming an abandoned wooden cabin as your own
Fixing the broken windows,
As you enjoy life amongst the greenest of trees
Turning this vacant wreck into a home,
From homeless to homesteader
The forest is the planet’s shelter,
One that accepts us all.
K.G. Munro is an author and poet. Here are a few of her writing credits: Oddball Magazine, Poetry Potion, Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, Muddy River Review, Cosmofunnel, Literary Yard, and Splendeur Magazine.
Latest posts by K.G. Munro (see all)
- Hunting for Ghosts - October 21, 2023
- Nemoral - March 6, 2023
