Standing In The Rain

I didn’t have to be the man that I am
I could have been someone else
I pulled out the comfortable garments I wear
And put the box back up on the shelf

A would-be spy with tales of intrigue
Following shadows into the dark
I’ve obsessively trudged up this higher road
Escaping a trailer park

Some sad beginnings never seem to end
When does the end of childhood begin?
The who, the what, and where of my life
Held back by the force of the when

Even after walking away from so sad
The sad old addresses remain
My childhood ghost of Christmas past
Still leaves the gift of pain

But all is not lost at the lost and found
It’s better than it used to be
What I gained, standing in the rain
Is the strength to accept that I’m free.

Photo: Janine Orzes

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