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I packed a bag

and looked for a map

with a road marked to peace

for I wanted to go

where my pain could not find me

***

But my walking was slow

for my bag weighed me down

till I took out my tent

which I left by the road with a note

that read, ‘Friend, help yourself’

***

When weariness came

the earth made my bed

beneath trees

and the stars sang my sleep

silently

***

Too soon I awoke

to a touch on my hand

and my sleep tender eyes

met the face of my pain

smiling back in relief

‘Now I’ve found you’

***

So I left the soft space

of now light hidden stars

and bristled with anger

that roared at my pain

‘Leave me be!’

***

I snatched up my bag

set my feet on the road

and walked on

though my pain’s saddend eyes

bore into my back with their loss

 

 

 

I started this poem not knowing where it was going to take me and I’m still not sure, but I will continue it soon when I have time to listen…

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