Shattered glass now frames
the family portrait
All that is broken
I’ll sweep into the past
I’ve been in hiding, too long
it’s time to strike out on my own again
I rented an attic room
high above this sprawling city
and it’s from here
I’ll begin again…

The slamming door, definitive
as my tears kissed the snowy ground
I wandered shoeless into the vacant night
It’s time to bury that heavy evening
under waves of bright new memories
I keep the company of singers
crackling on the turntable
A folding chair, chipped coffee mug
and blank walls I need to decorate
It’s from here
I’ll begin again...

My face aged by the candle flame flicker
shadows shuffling on the sloping ceiling
I’ll throw my tiny window open
welcome in the city sounds
or sit listening to the rain
thrumming on ancient tiles
gurgling in gutters
A sanctuary of solitude and regrouping
My treasured room above the city
It’s from here
I’ll begin
to begin again…