On leaving my home in the village.

           Living there.

With every day an adventure,

And every hour a joy.

Every breeze hold's wonderous scents

To tantalize the soul.




WHY, were these feet so willing, to climb into this box,

WHY, did I close my eyes,as I tightly closed the lid.

WHY, did I choose not to see, the darkness waiting for me,

WHY, did I choose to ignore, the fact that I would need more,

WHY, did I not say no-why did I just let go??


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some of the darkest years of my life followed one of the biggest mistakes I ever made.

I gave up the home and village I loved and been my happiest in, for what I truly believed would be the best thing to do.

I was so very wrong. I can't go back and I don't belong here. Quite a few of my poems are about how I feel about this, because at the time writing was all I had to keep the darkness at bay.

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