Where I Am
A streak of black brushes by me
I hear the cawing of the crows
Nature surrounds me
I just can't stop thinking about home
How we built it
How it broke
It's cold Where I Am
Time freezes and cracks
I step on the broken shards of glass
And comfort myself by sitting in this place
Where there is no movement, there is no pace
I see your face
I have to say goodbye --
Have to leave this place
Move forward where its warm
Move where I am safe
Look away from Where I Am
Find a better place ...
I really like this one, it sets a place and feel for me :), I can feel your pain for what you are doing and what you are leaving behind to move on in your life !
ReplyDeleteThanks Lance. I appreciate the comment. It's a ruff time right now - this blog is the perfect therapy.
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