apersonaljourney – stories of love

I have a new glance as I gather in the miniature city

a village we could call this new home, my own home.

It is well after 1 AM and I can see people walking

on our quiet roads, unlike a circle or boulevard,

simply access roads to the thousands of neighbors

I have now crunched into six or seven football fields

all lined together to accommodate walks of life,

young and old, me, them, those will be theirs as well.

I rather like this view, it is mine, and mine alone.

Oh I do have an animal nearby who is safely

sleeping in a kennel for now, a young pup he is.

In the morning he will wake and my time will become

his alone, no one else will matter until I can see him,

lay down on the wood floor,  a sense of ease and comfort.

I’m living independently now, I’m eating, laughing,

though the dark days in between do still remain.

I wonder if I might ever notice the new difference in my life,

or will this be rather labeled a phase than an actual change.

I know I can feel a freedom I have not for many years,

I know there is a sense of wander in my mind, that appeals.

Though the view from my window far busier than past

there is a certain beauty in knowing our lives will make

a change that perhaps might benefit a state of mind.

I did stand on the precipice of my life just nights ago,

sadly wise enough to know battles ahead –  my own remain.

© Scott F Savage 3/2020