Fantasising About Running Away
when you feel like a creative impostor.
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I wrote this some time ago.
When I felt hopeless.
On the outskirts of somewhere, I seem to forget, walking over the railway lines trying not to fall off.
Trains are so symbolic of new beginnings.
I fantasised about getting on one not knowing where it led but never did. So I wrote this, instead.
Where Poets Go
Railway, now empty,
take me far away,
far away somewhere
where all the poor,
beaten,
ugly,
misunderstood
and lawless
go at the end,
the very end,
to find solace.
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About the Creator
Paula Romeu
I’ve had a pretty unusual life. Now I write about it. If it helps, it’s yours.
The journey has been extra👁rdinari.
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