I love to sit in spaces
When it’s dark, and I’m alone
To think about my life
Where it is, That I come from.
I’m divided into segments
Where I lived year to year
Scattered across the country
And in those that I hold dear.
The outskirts of LA,
A small river town
The shore of the Atlantic
Is where I can be found.
There are scraps of me on people
That took pieces of me each time
Sought solace in their presence
And sanctuary I would find.
The stranger at the restaurant
That took my hand and asked
“Honeychild, why you running
What you leave, you can’t get back”
The bum behind the bushes
His blanket that I took
I returned it later
And he gave me this look
So much we exchanged
Of ourselves to each other
As he held my hand I knew
He would be with me forever.
All the kids playing hopscotch
At the city park
Their laughter on the wind
I loved them till dark
When they raced home
With the setting sun
My smile was given
To each little one.
The friendships that came
For just a short time
I hold pieces of them
That will always be mine.
The lovers I knew
And faces I learned
Their lessons and touch
Will forever burn
A cauterization,
Never meant to heal
Leaving Open wounds
I’ll always feel.
As the sun
begins to rise
My life playing out
In my minds eye
I marvel now
How I am whole
When I leave pieces of me
Wherever I go.
RaenellDawn 02/11/2018
