Tear Away (a true story)
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"Can I tear myself from these walls without them crumbling?"
A short poem about saying goodbye to a beloved home. A true story I've lived at least a dozen times.

Tear Away (a true story)

I kiss the doorknob,

I kiss the doorknob, for it closes a door in my heart.

I touch the window

I touch the window which was my view of the world.

I sweep the floor,

I sweep the floor, stirring up clouds of memory.

I lift heavy loads of belongings out the door,

I lift heavy loads of belongings out the door, for my belonging cannot live here anymore.

I touch the light-switch,

I touch the light-switch, and darkness moves in.

I touch the light-switch, and darkness moves in. The light moves outside,

except for a few fragile rays

except for a few fragile rays reaching back through the window

except for a few fragile rays reaching back through the window to dance with dust.

I let my eyes linger in every corner

I let my eyes linger in every corner where once I cried,

I let my eyes linger in every corner where once I cried, danced, and prayed.

I see myself

I see myself in every inch of this place.

I see myself in every inch of this place.

Will I stay, when the door is shut,

Will I stay, when the door is shut, to settle here

Will I stay, when the door is shut, to settle here with the dust?

Or can I tear myself from these walls

Or can I tear myself from these walls without them crumbling...

Or can I tear myself from these walls without them crumbling... I must.

My soul has been unsettled,

My soul has been unsettled, I must tear away

My soul has been unsettled, I must tear away, and away, and away.

My soul has been unsettled, I must tear away, and away, and away. When will I settle again?

The door shuts behind me.

The door shuts behind me. Am I missing something?

The door shuts behind me. Am I missing something? Yes.

The door shuts behind me. Am I missing something? Yes. A piece of me

The door shuts behind me. Am I missing something? Yes. A piece of me is locked inside.

Again I kiss the doorknob,

Again I kiss the doorknob, leaving

Again I kiss the doorknob, leaving a tear

Again I kiss the doorknob, leaving a tear behind.

I turn and tear away

I turn and tear away as I have a thousand times.

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thanks for reading this poem by @thislittlelight! Please share your comments, thoughts and advice. Have you ever left a home you loved? What words would you use to describe it?

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