Response to writing prompt on Creative Writing Ink – who doesn’t wonder from time to time about scratching out what we’ve done and starting anew?
Begin again.
I would like to leave myself.
No longer be what I know as me.
To crawl out of this frame,
Escape the aches and only ifs,
Begin again.
I’d drag the rubber over
The scribbles and the crossings out,
The jumble of ideas and plans
That sometimes worked, but often not,
And wipe the board to virgin black.
So when we’re standing face to face
I’m faceless. Blank.
…
You’d reach your hand,
Or would you flinch?
Too scared to touch
This stranger.
Not at the end, but at the start.
…
I’d search until I found a bridge
To somewhere new.
The water singing on the rocks,
Would whisper through the salted boards,
As on I’d walk above the tide
Whilst down below coiled shells
Would glow their iridescent sheen
And cast me in a nacreous hue.
Walk on, they’d call,
Until you reach another shore.
