On My Own Again. Poem by Leah Ayliffe
On My Own Again.
Walking around this big empty house,
drinking beer, passing the time.
Starring out the grand back doors in the kitchen,
door wide open to the balcony.
A cigarette is lit while Dust in the Wind plays from the television.
The cat suntans beside me and I'm not alone, yet truly free.
I feel the sunshine for the first time in ages.
'Nothing lasts forever except the night sky'
It's been so long since I've felt like I found myself.
Here I am back to my old ways and habits,
but it feels like me.
And it feels like starring out the open door all day, listening to music and drinking along to the song,
is the only way to be happy on my own.
Sometimes it's important to remind ourselves of who and what we are. Getting back to the roots of things. It's a bit like a reset button, beginning a new chapter with a fresh (yet familiar) perspective
Yes, the old ways and habits just feel like me. A worthy concept. I don't think I was free of that until it had all tipped over so many times I couldn't remember who that was anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 5:56:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thoughts of life nicely reflected in solitude, in poetry lines. The imagery is familiar to me. 'Nothing lasts forever except the night sky' - a common feeling when one is in despair. I loved both the comments below, of our fellow poets.