I wake, tracing the ridges on once smooth skin
The cobbled path of scars I take to the eastern sky, is slow
Upright, I stretch and bend, still flexible,
some even say strong and resilient
But me? I’m not sure anymore.
Boots on, I trudge under gum trees, green from rain, not tears
My footfall is now lighter, alone was a heavy load,
so I swapped with solitude many years ago,
a fair exchange
to hear the uncaged bird sing, the song of freedom with me.
Or so I thought.
Another day, another dollar …
Nightfall, I return to where I started from
Reaching in that empty space
Where you once used to be
And, I wonder
Would I be happier, if you were still with me?
The question remains unanswered.
a dawn bird