My Home
By Esha V
Published 24 September 2024
My home is fading
The sand is invading
The coral is a blanket of snow
It’s hot
Hot
Hot
Hot
The coral turns white.
It fades, frailly failing its duty
My home has faded,
Algae grows on my shell.
Once olive green, now sea green
I am a rock
Nowhere to call home
No one to call my own