This place doesn’t feel like home anymore
It’s not the people who have changed
Nor the signs, shops or houses
It is I.
I am neither better, nor worse
Just grown
No longer bound like a dog to a lamp post.
This place is frozen in time
With the same old rituals and practices
I just cannot do
With sayings and languages
I can no longer speak
So I choose to leave
And pave a new path
Out of rubble, dust and anything else that is in the way.
I don’t mind
Because the frozen streets taught me well.
So well that the chill can no longer reach my bones
And call me home.