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As I turn a certain corner I always glance over
there to my old homestead.
It’s where I dealt with demons and shame,
and finally released the bricks of blame.

There I struggled to find the hope
of reasons to hold onto life
as I began to understand my past,
forgiving all and allowing myself to try again.

I cleaned up my slate in some ways,
with just the dust of old deeds diving down -
left as a reminder of how easily
problems could rise up again.

But even more, that house holds
the moods and memories
of who I once was
and whom I have become.

As I turn the corner I always glance over
there to my old homestead.
A wave of sadness engulfs me
remembering all I left behind.

The past was a part of me for so long.
It took a lot of energy to change.
Even now I am tired and weak…
I go to my new home with hope
of getting some restful sleep.

Theresa M.