"Rearranged"

The following is a poem I wrote months ago.

I suddenly thought of posting this here as I was notified by Mr. Pagel (author of the blog Thinking the Lions) that "Rearranged" was a featured poem in his blog today ... Many thanks!

Anyway, as I was saying, this is dedicated to a person I am very fond of.

Hope you like it ... and hope it helps.

Renée

 Rearranged

by Renée M.

 Weeks have passed by and lots of things have changed,
All so instantaneous;
his life's been rearranged.
This isn't just a renovation,
the furniture's been moved.
The floor smells like varnish;
The wallpaper new.

Not only is one room unfamiliar,
the whole house is now a stranger.
This is supposed to be his home,
where he feels safe,
no danger.
Instead, he feels abandoned in some foreign land.
With nowhere to go to, nor any permanent shelter.

The door's been recently painted,
the windows recarved.
the ceiling seems to be an unknown sky
he's never seen before.
He wants to help himself,
be shown some direction;
but he's simply standing in this place,
which once used to be his haven.

He's staring at the walls,
observing how they change,
with every second he spends on his search.
his long search for some answers.
And while he sees his surroundings switch,
from red to gray;
from gray to green;
he himself becomes different.
No longer knowing the person he's always been.

So who's this boy there,
whose identity is now lost?
Not finding that joyful place
that he had always sought?