Remember.

a nice poem about how i felt.

I stood there,

Yes there! Beyond the walls of that city.

I stood there and it was there that I became who I became.

The wind longed to play with my hair;

The ground cried for the touch of my feet and I 

was a man.

Now, the same city longs onto my memory. 

I cannot run with the wind nor

Dabble with the ground. 

I remember the sea, the blue crystal sea.

I remember the the smell and the shells stabbing

through the roughness of the sole of my foot.

I remember the sea.

I remember my name.

Author's Note

Enjoy