FMS Pictures & Poetry

Taking an early stroll
To those places most dear to me,
As if already in a poem,
I step back to welcome new acquaintances,
Maybe friends one day
If I make it happen,
To the backdrop of silhouettes
Laying upon one another,
Shrouded in every conceivable shade of grey,
In front and behind
Like a picture postcard
Revealing those attractive things
In rush hour we all forget.

Scenes of a child
In a playground,
Alone again and staring wondrously
Across the unknown
From a makeshift grandstand
Relentlessly holding him back
From freedom beyond the railings
To that place beneath the trees
Or just across the road,
A setting of friendly faces,
Of calm and still contentment
Where only his shadow could reach
As his mind is distracted by yet more pressures
Away from his silent retreat
To "Chimp and Toad" or whatever
And the rattle of marbles
In a thin, mustard, cotton bag
As it falls to the ground where
In such a short period
He will long to return.

And as my journey comes to an end,
As if mirroring my self-condemnation,
A single plane crosses the sky
Humming unsteadily through curtains
To an uncertain future,
A destiny only dictated by my strength
To battle again for everything
I fought so hard to gain before
Through the pain and ridicule,
Self-doubt and the rejection of others.
Indeed, there are wars yet to be won.