in this city we once called home

in this city we once called home

are there places you still can’t go?

afraid the shadows’ll pull you down their dark chasms?

circle the perimeter, hold a finger to its invisible fence

the border between past and present

between what ifs and might have beens

and what ares and what is

will it shock you if you cross it?

Yes.

perhaps one day I’ll be strong enough to walk

down those streets

but even the gentle breeze blowing down from East

sends me in a tailspin.

in this city we once called home,

there are places I still can’t go.