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January, part 3: Corner
by Richard VinceFrom here, it could almost
Be her, with that hair
Just like I remember hers
And that way she draws my eyes.
Eight long years have passed
Since she first illuminated a room
That contained me, yet somehow
She seems no different.
Adulthood has not dulled
Her youthful iridescence;
That same unbridled smile
Is always in her eyes.
As much as I know I have
Changed, I know that
I have not: I am still sitting
Alone in a corner, writing about
Not belonging here. Now, though,
I have somewhere to belong.
My once wandering heart has
A home now too, even though
She is so often so far away.
Sometimes, I forget how young
I still am, and that I am
Still learning to live this life
That has somehow become mine.
It is a good life, but part of me
Is still learning how to be
Happy.
Sometimes I think I have
Forgotten how to make friends,
But mostly I realise I never
Knew: it just happened, and
Only stopped when I began
To hide again.
The time has come for me
To emerge from this dark corner
In which I have sat for
Too long, and let myself be
Seen.
01/09/2009 Posted on 01/09/2009
Copyright © 2025 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/10/09 at 05:37 AM I like the determination in this. It does a nice, even vicious job of rising to the surface in the last stanza. |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 05/12/09 at 08:03 AM This one's a little sad in spite of that determination, it's as if why would one have hidden and then determine to get out, one would rather just get out and then determine everything else, or one would never hide. oh, I am loopy here I think. but a nice one, yeah, lovely poem. |
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