Out of Exile

Like a dream or a wish I have almost forgotten

I am back

Back in my house

Back from exile

It used to be a home

Now empty rooms with memories of you, her, him

All gone now

I miss her, but do I know her?

I won, but what exactly?

At what cost?

My life in boxes

A box of books

A birthday card full of lies

A guitar 

A leather jacket

All kept so the ghosts can breathe 

Where do I start from and what's the purpose of this new journey?

I am new, but older

I am tired, but stronger 

I am alone, but not by myself 

I ask no-one 

And so it begins

◄ Watch and wait


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Thu 9th Feb 2023 14:01

Thank you Stephen

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 9th Feb 2023 08:51

A fine poem. Thanks.

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