
Here is the poem, the piece of my heart I left with the wonderful people I met at Malvern House…
Take care of it, sweet angels. Love you all xxx
♥ ♥ ♥
Leaving again
Leaving always
To lose myself
and find myself all over again.
What a beautiful adventure life is
when you know someplace
where your heart is
and will always be.
London is one of them for me…
A place where I keep coming forth
and going back to,
A place where I know I belong
one way or another.
Because people have accepted me here
- just
as
I
am -
they’ve seen the creepy
and dealt with the crazy
little little me…
but didn’t try to change any
pieces of my personality.
They left an open space to my creativity
and did not attempt
to confine it in a cage,
or in a cave, or underneath
earth.
I found inspiration here
- at last -
in this city I now call the city of my heart…
I found inspiration in the hidden corners,
in the customs and accents,
but most of all,
I found inspiration
in the people…
You are part of it now
as well as everyone else
I met along the way
this summer;
You belong to it,
to this world,
this universe
of my creation.
You’re another bunch of stars
that’ll keep shining in me
and nourishing my poetry
until my days end
and my writing feather’s put down.
The school is part of it too.
Its valued multiculturalism
making it so precious
and so pure,
in each and very aspect of it,
has made every single of my days
sound like a worldwide ballade
and look like a microcosm of a giant world
gathered in just one place.
And even though all this feels like
unfinished business,
I hope you’ll still keep in mind
all these words I wrote down
for you…
Read them carefully,
handle them with care
and remember nothing and no one’s never too far
when a piece of their heart lies within your arms.
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