And what of you?
Do dark mornings creep around your heart
Reaching through night
Pushing past sight to wrap you tightly
In tomorrow?
What of you?
Your lonely walk, your feet tapping
On cobblestones in ancestral towns,
tripping on the roots of the family tree;
calamity or peace?
I see the dream
That’s you.
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Powerful piece, especially the “Do dark mornings…” line. Love it.
Thanks.
Your poem seems poignant and disturbing. Who hurt you? ❤
Excellent use of persona then! Yay me. 😉 All is well.
I relished such a walk, in ancestral Rouen.
Lucky you. Someday I would love to visit my family’s area in south east England.
Please go to England! Do not wait.
I’ve been twice, but only to London. I’d love to visit the places my ancestors lived in Cornwall, Devon, Gloucestershire, Worcestershire, Manchester, & Liverpool in England. Holyhead in Wales. I want to do it right, though, spending a month or so, combing graveyards and libraries, etc.
Jst one word…. Wow
Thanks!