Rebirth (1) Poem by Gert Strydom

With the end of every relationship
that with a woman I have had
(but the one that I did loose)
it feels as if I do die
as if nobody really knows
the real me,
or did discover my real true self
but later when I am far away
time and again they
want to start all over again
when it is far too late
and of them I do not carry any hate
but have learned to forget
as if that old feelings
and all of the memories are dead.

Every time I have got to move
to somewhere else
to begin anew
have to reinvent myself
and I am not fleeing
or do want to find escape
just want a life
without bickering, fighting
and arguments
over things that do not really matter,
do want some respect and love.

Where I do drive away with a car full of clothes
I see the burnt veldt between the power masts
where everything is black and burnt to the ground.
Some plovers do cry about their destroyed nests,
lost eggs and chicks,
somehow some of the ash is on my fingertips
and on my hands
while they do land among the new sprouting grass
to build other nests.

© Gert Strydom