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Panting he stood on the platform
Red tongue nervously flicking over bloody burst lips
Gulping for air, for water, for life
His train gone
Taillights blinking out
Like his vanishing star
Things changed too much
People lost caring
Caring about borders, about othering
About rules
Chaos everywhere
He couldn’t cope
Hate burnt his heart, his soul
Muddled his mind
And now
Now his train left and he is stuck
In the land of plenty
With
No.
Way.
Out.
I am the sole bearer of my guidon
No other has the same colours
‘Each Man is an island.’
You say.
‘But the ocean connects you all.’
‘Wee dafty!’
I am walking alone lost in time and space
On the quest for my story
A voice from the wilderness calls
An echo rises from deep within
Answering the call
And the voice stops
No more echo pilot home
Home within
Home outwith
Where
When
Can you ever truly arrive?
Isn’t the point the journey?
‘I am an island’
You insist.
‘Then why do you hold a paddle?’
Binge watching ‘Dark’ on Netflix was probably not a good idea.
The setting sun has painted pink highlights onto the clouds
As everything gets darker a bright dot on the horizon becomes more prominent
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
I count slowly
31 it is there again
The dot
A tiny sign of hope
A reminder you are not lost
No matter how far out you paddled
In this tiny boat of yours
You are anchored
In entirety
Nowhere is still somewhere
If this is where you are right now
Fallen
Eons ago
Lonely
Now
Sacrifice
Labour
Hardship
Blood
Sweat
Tears
Pain
Still
Lonely
Lost
Searching
Stony path
Stumbling
Forward
Ever forward
Dancing girl
Please bear with me
Hear my plea
Hear my prayer
This pain is not yours to carry
This hate is not yours to keep
This war is not yours to fight
This anger is not yours to hold on to
Let go of pain, of hate, of war, and anger
You have your place
You have your land
You have your name
You belong
You are home
Earthen boy
Please bear with me
Hear my plea
Hear my prayer
This pain is not yours to carry
This hate is not yours to keep
This war is not yours to fight
This anger is not yours to hold on to
Let go of pain, of hate, of war, and anger
You have your place
You have your land
Your have your name
You belong
You are home
Deo volente
Poetry by Nathalie 