Homesick

I feel as though I have packed up my life and put it in a box...
pulling out an old sweater filled with moth holes
it is forced back on.
Itchy and intollerable, I have become a bird with broken wings
caged in and unable to fly. What can I do?
I am a masked fool.
On parade, I take the mask off and yet it is forced back on.
This is not my home, it is a momentary place in time.
I miss my real home.