to turn around,
to go back to where you are from,
to remember whom you have left behind,
to see if what you called old is really the new.
not many people return.
some do not understand why,
some cannot stand the curious stares,
others are fiercely shy,
others would rather die.
A muted ‘please’ in the dark,
the dregs of a broken bottle,
curling wisps, inked skin, shaven head,
a call to be.
at once joyous, poignant and bittersweet.
mistakes, living and framed,
walking testaments of hasty decisions,
uncertain smiles, unseeing eyes, pained hearts.
Always, always, return.
Tis a testament of the stronger.