I remember the days I roamed (dark poem, other poem)

  • I REMEMBER THE DAYS THAT I ROAMED

    I remember the days I roamed
    There was no place that I called home
    I was not sure where I might go
    Would I end up far and alone?

    I wish I had an answer back then
    As I walked on and on
    Again and again
    One foot after another I went
    Just wishing and dreaming
    There was more than this.

    Eventually I found my way
    Though I admit I am afraid
    Roaming takes your soul away
    You find it hard to trust again.

    Though with time I slowly heal
    And open up my world for all
    Letting others come and see
    What its like to roam as far as me.

    I live now in a house you see
    Though wonder what that means for me.
    Am I safe from all that’s been?
    Is this the home from my dreams?

    I am not sure…
    But I try to stay
    I fight these feelings
    Though they don’t go away

    “You can be hurt if you’re in one place
    You need to roam so you can be safe”

    That is what I hear back there
    A whisper from those remembered days
    I try to push it far away
    I want to live in different days

    But I can’t forget that I roamed
    I must remember so I can go on
    They were days that shaped me so…

    But I am more than those memories you know.

    By Matty Angel


    October 17th, 2022 | Matty Angel | 3 Comments |

About The Author

Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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