This place in my memory
Never was as I see it;
The words I hear echoing
Were by Time paraphrased;
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The nostalgia I feel
Half-dreaming up, half-remembering
My past is but myself
Trying to make peace with me;
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There were things that I treasured,
A few people, who loved me,
There was a house to call home
And a county – my own;
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I’ve been running for years
From the routine some call happiness;
This nostalgia I feel
Is the gap between myself and me
The process of self-discovery seems to be at play here in these very strong lines.
Thank you for reading. This poem was inspired by a song from my childhood I hadn’t heard for years.
In the lyrics the poet, a little girl, asks the Future not to be cruel to her as she departs on her journey…