Years and Years

This is where I said

I wanted to be when I grow up.
I’ll sit down and cry and I’ll
never leave when I must leave.

The place was as stake but
it felt like home and
it was all I ever
wanted to be.


The beasts of time has pounded
howled, shrieked and yelled.
Get out, it said
Get out and never come back.
Get out because we don’t want you
Get out because I am scared
of your power to
overthrow me.


The day I will leave,
I will carry a sling bag packed with
all the childish things that I brought 
the first time I came.


I will leave, the way I came.

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