WRITTEN BY: MICAH GREENFIELD
EDITED BY: AMY FENG ZHANG
The Room You Cannot Find
Cardboard moving boxes
Old toys in a heaping pile
Walls stripped lifeless white
Let go, sad old child
Rusty borrowed furniture
Overgrown grass
Wave goodbye to what you had
Let go of hours past
Torn and beaten teddy bears
Rips in all your clothes
A smile for no reason
Why won't you let go?
Holding onto nothing
Silent whispers of the air
“You’re looking for a miracle”
Let go of what’s not there
The cold tile floor dust
Is moving on faster than you
Just close the door
Let go, it’s the only thing you can do
Let go, silly child
Leave that life behind
There’s nothing waiting for you
In a room you cannot find
Hello!
My name is Micah Greenfield, I'm 16 years old and I am a TCK. My mum is Chinese Cambodian and my dad is from New Zealand. I was born in Singapore but spent majority of my childhood years in Canada. I moved to Cambodia when I was 7, and I have been here ever since. I've never lived in New Zealand, though both my parents consider it their home. Part of me feels like I should too, but how could I consider a place I barely know my home? I tend to have trouble expressing my emotions to others, and I often find myself pushing my feelings aside, labeling them as 'unimportant' or 'insignificant.' My whole life I have really enjoyed writing, and recently I have found comfort in the fact that I can be totally myself in what I write. I don't usually share what I write, but I thought this poem might be relatable to those people like me who don't really know where 'home' is. It's called The Room You Cannot Find.
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