Returning to where I once began making the trip from far away - from the promise of ‘success’ I step back onto craggy shores of a new land Though this is what I earlier knew I walk as an outsider now All things are foreign to me - different I have forgotten how to be I wonder - will I always feel this way? Not remembering I have done this before when I first left for lands promising better ways I knew how to breath Walking in darkness - the shadows of memory and all that was commonplace are lost in the fog of my rememberance masked by the chase I have been on Forsaking what I have known for so long I take up familiar and yet unfamiliar tools Delving into the mystery of my past way of being and learning how to be what I have forgotten again Lonely - I reach out my hand Surely I am not alone There must be unknown others like me waiting to be helped by a friend
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