NEW LAND
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
I’m not sure how I shall find you
This path is not easy
Since last I past those roses
Replaced with seeds which
grew
This map is driving me crazy
Turning my fingers blue
The black ice I can’t see
Fallen trunks are before me
New thistles grab at my skin
Puncturing within
Piercing at my heart and soul
For warmth there is burning coal
Cinders I must walk across
Seeing faces of whom I have lost
Ghosts push me away
But I know I can’t stay
As I’m being chased by the devil
Who wakes me up each day
It’s so important I find you
But please meet with me half way
Why make this route so challenging
I seem to be crawling
When I need to be galloping
I take two steps forward
I feel I am managing
Then kicked to the ground
But there is no one around
Just that feeling
Though not even a sound
I would love to know with whom I’m dealing
But they are too cowardly to shake my hand
I need to find my new land
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