I decided to switch it up this time. This is a poem I wrote about moving out of my hometown to a big city for school. I haven’t been writing as much poetry as I used to, but this one means a lot to me. Let me know what you think in the comments, if you’d like.
I left a small town in my shadow
Steps falling like sunsets over the
Bridges I built by hand.
I’m not worried about
Too much snow or too little friends.
These things take time and time takes a toll,
a toll on these feet that have conquered mountains
and tiptoed across glass.
I’ve got one window.
I always leave it open,
A small square of air shouting
It’s always dark here,
Walls washed with licks of light
Flickering from the candle illuminating
my array of aspirations, obligations.
I always said that I’d never lose sight of home
Its in my phone
Pictures and postcards from people
who don’t know my address,
A trail of breadcrumbs to retrace
Sprinkled by superficial sendoffs
Swallowed up by the sparrow who sings on my shoulder,
Reminding me not to turn around.
Sometimes I do.
But I face the mountain before me and pack my bags.