City Blues – makeshift26 (The Road That Never Ends)

The dorm. 1st day.
You told me you were proud.
On your own. Stay safe.
Don’t get caught in the moment.
And don’t be afraid.

Yet I cried when you left here, so scared.
I wanted to stand tall and proud,
felt so small in this new town.
Huge city. Brotherly love.
Alone for the first time.
I walked outside, said hello to those walking by, shifting eyes, clutching purses and bags.
Walked into a Wawa.
Said to myself, “I’ve arrived”.

I had so much to discover.
So much to learn.
How I miss you, my brother
the selfless love you shared.

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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