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2016 Baby, I don’t know
what I wish I had done
but I left this town at sunrise
and circled the whole world
in a lifetime
Would you hold me
if I came back here
It’s home but I know
I’m older, I fear
that standing taller isn’t the same as
standing tall
Spreading seeds,
catching the wind in a bottle,
I’m finally the lucky one
And after all the clocks stopped ticking
returning to my spring
Would you let me in
if I came back here
After all of this
I’m stronger, you know
leaving here isn’t the same as
leaving you
It’s a minute worth a memory, it’s a
train on the right track
It’s a sprint, it’s a world,
It’s a sunrise, it’s a soul, it’s
Life biting right at your heels
But would you know me
if I came back here
Streets shift so I don’t recognize
I’ve changed, I fear
that growing isn’t the same as
growing up
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I'd say in questioning yourself that did you do the right thing by returning; it shows a certain strength of character. Although there are many questions asked here, and the reader may think it was a mistake to return - your memories make you strong. The reader is reminded of return journey's they have been through in life. And definaetly makes me think of my own return journey to the country I was born in, which is where I am living now. A great write, lovely work realy loved your poem.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
So true! Thank you!
So true! Thank you!
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james