The Evocation Part I

Ive always felt in my heart, that I was destined for greater thiings.
I looked around when I was a kid, and realized (by example) what I absolutely DID NOT want to be.

I felt that I owed myself, and my siblings so much more,
than a life of depression, sadness and infiinite chores.

Even though I vowed with conviction, never to return,
When I visit, my soul cries at the sight I discern.

A dejected ten year old, drawing dismally alone,
To hers, and scathingly, my favorite song.

Over and over, programmed to repeat,
I was simultaneously astounded and dumb-founded by this feat.

It brought a single tear to my eye, and caused my soul to cry,
For not so many years before, this drear, joyless depiction was I.

I too, know the misery, the dolor of feeling alone,
I too sympathize with not wanting to return home.