You cannot go back,

to return does not mean to rerun,

I recognise these streets,

recall a certain laugh,

a twisted lie,

an open door,

but my footprints have changed,

I cannot find the same sunflower

I drew when I was younger

than this youth I now cling to

and so many

of those old doors have twisted

and the lies opened out to be

nothing more than lessons.

I cannot go back,

the streets now wear shadows

that never fell from my form.

All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO 2, NAPOWRIMO

11 thoughts on “BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO 2, NAPOWRIMO”

memadtwo

02/04/2018 at 14:53

We can never really return, can we? Even our memories are in constant flux. (K)

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- deuxiemepeau
  
  02/04/2018 at 19:08
  
  Complicated creatures we are!!!
  
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Jennifer G. Knoblock

02/04/2018 at 17:41

“but my footprints have changed”–love how you put that

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- deuxiemepeau
  
  02/04/2018 at 19:08
  
  Thanks Jennifer 🤗
  
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merrildsmith

02/04/2018 at 22:37

We cannot go back, but we can add new footprints in new places. And draw a sunflower bouquet. 🙂

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merrildsmith

02/04/2018 at 22:38

Oh also–interesting theme you have for NaPoWriMo, Damien.

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- deuxiemepeau
  
  03/04/2018 at 08:25
  
  I thought it might help to already have some boundaries to bounce off for the month as time is always fleeting
  
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  - merrildsmith
    
    03/04/2018 at 13:22
    
    🙂
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Paula Antonello Moore

05/04/2018 at 23:55

❤️❤️

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- deuxiemepeau
  
  07/04/2018 at 17:13
  
  Thank you Paula 🤗🤗
  
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