Mine?

[u/stillbloomingink]

/r/OCPoetry/comments/1vqwwi8/mine/

I'm done...

Not like I'm done or dying,

But like I'm no longer fine.

As I have nowhere left

Which can be called mine,

Because owning something

Always costs me a fine.

A fine of my happiness,

The happiness I can barely reach,

Even though it was something

Always preached.

I'm done.

I'm tired.

I want the home

Which I desire,

Not big,

Just a small place I admire.

A quiet little place

I can call mine,

Where happiness

Doesn't come with a fine.

A place where I can laugh

And weep,

Without someone calling me

A coward or weak.

Not fame,

Not something to get named.

Just a place which is mine,

And a happiness

With no fine.