This is a short clip of me reading a poem during the Fire & Dust poetry night, it was an amazing experience, and I met and listened to some amazing people including the Poet Laureate of Birmingham Stephen Morrison Burke. A big thank you to the 'Tin Music and Arts' venue and the creative writing magazine 'Here Comes Everyone' for their help in making it possible.
TRANSCRIPT:
Sometimes going home is hard.
What waits for you I wonder?
Wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, brother.
Lover, sister, stranger, mother?
Illness, stillness, seated congress.
A silence, untenable.
Wrongness, congenital.
You leave behind your chosen flock,
to sit with your given sheep.
Anchors tie you to a block,
and the wounds they leave run deep.
The ones you leave behind don't know,
why should they? It's your lot.
They leave with laugh and joke and song,
but you already feel the rot.
Home is where the best and worst of everyone is shown,
I could have- should have been a bird, when old enough, just flown.
Memories are fonder now, and bitterness aside,
my life and purpose are my own, and I alone decide.
