I used to look upon
these streets with hurt.
All I could see through these eyes
were the tears I'd cried,
the bad times
glistened on the hateful pavements
like a permanent reminder
of a life slowly slipping away.
Smashed bottles lay
where my blood spilled
Scars still scratched into the walls
where I fell
and could barely crawl.
Now I see the beauty
in every paving stone,
every arched alleyway.
The cobblestoned lanes,
the market place,
the clock tower where
we would spend forever and a day,
standing around watching the slowly crawling
hands of time twisting away.
The old fountain
where we would dance and play.
Skating on ice. The green fields where
we would lay as music swayed
through the airwaves, sounds from a
long-forgotten memory.
I see dreams of future,
flowing along the pavement streams.
The old and young
standing together in harmony.
I hear songs being sung.
I see the joy of diversity in this city.
Taste the different traditions,
our cultures celebrated; our hearts elevated,
as new generations find all that tie us
not find reason to feel misaligned.
Maligned.
I see graffiti showing life,
the train station where
sad hearts pass time,
waiting for love that doesn't arrive.
I see the green spaces,
seemingly endless seas of viridescent waves.
I no longer look upon
these streets with hate,
with hurt, or fear.
I see where I belong.
Where the brickwork transports me
to a world, where the rain
sets forth storms of words.
I see the place that
inspires pages to ignite.
I see a city of giving,
the way we should be living,
and I look on with pride.
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