21:9
Distant me
Train distance
three years from home,
a new life and
knowledge away.
Cast back on the
skin of the past so
they might recognise you,
still love you,
acknowledge you.
Tip-toe until confidence
-and yes, ego-
force your foot flat,
your strides long
and unapologetic.
See their eyes glaze
over in disappointment
at this stranger,
this person
they can no
longer control.
I’m home,
now watch me
strut.
Scribbled Thoughts 