{"id":24748,"date":"2016-08-13T20:41:03","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:41:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24748"},"modified":"2016-08-13T20:41:03","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:41:03","slug":"you-are-my-home-eleventh-hour","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/you-are-my-home-eleventh-hour\/","title":{"rendered":"You are My Home (Eleventh Hour)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>A freak, crazy, girl,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> An alien in this world.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> That&#8217;s what peopld often call me,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Whenever I proclaim You are my Lord.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> They don&#8217;t understand what it feels like,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> To be with You for the rest of my days,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> All they know is to judge and give a strike,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> In everything I do and in different ways.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> A slap across the face,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Words that can kill a heart,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> They have stepped on my whole being,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Just so they can tear us apart.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Thousands of restless days,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> And sleepless nights,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Thousands of criticism,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> And society bites.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Everything inside me is already torn,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> My cracked hearts seem to be full of pain even from the day when I was born.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> But comparing it to what You&#8217;ve done for me when You wore the crown of thorns,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> All of this comes down to nothing, and I know that this pain is worth all the more.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> No matter what they try to do,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> No matter how much they try to<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Take me away\u00a0 from You,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I know that still, You&#8217;re always here with me,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> And that You&#8217;ll never leave me on my own.<\/em><br \/>\n<em> I know this world can do nothing,<\/em><br \/>\n<em> For I am never alone.<\/em><br \/>\n<strong><em> And I&#8217;d always find my way back to my home.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A freak, crazy, girl, An alien in this world. That&#8217;s what peopld often call me, Whenever I proclaim You are my Lord. They don&#8217;t understand what it feels like, To be with You for the rest of my days, All they know is to judge&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":758,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[788],"class_list":["post-24748","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-eleventh-hour"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24748","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/758"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24748"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24748\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24768,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24748\/revisions\/24768"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24748"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24748"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24748"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}