The Kingdom (1987: Age 17)

January 24, 1987

We will march to the steps,
We will march to the sea,
We will march together
Until we find our home.
We will break the codes,
We will make salt,
We will make wine
Until we reach our home

Are we near?
Are we distant?
I need water,
I want to go home.
Will you take me?
Will you guide me?
It must be near,
I need to go home.

You say,
As we march and create:
“Raise your hands
And hold one another’s
When you do so
You will have found home.”
It must be near,
We need to find our home.

Over the next few weeks I will be spending time with my 16-17 year old self from 1987. In no particular order, these poems will be presented in the final form I found them on computer discs discovered in an attic many years ago. This will culminate in the next entry of my Into My Own, My Story as a Writer series found here:

https://sailorpoet.com/2018/05/08/into-my-own-my-story-as-a-writer-part-i-how-it-began/

https://sailorpoet.com/2018/06/14/into-my-own-my-story-as-a-writer-part-ii-why-i-wrote-1986/

20 thoughts on “The Kingdom (1987: Age 17)

  1. paeansunplugged says:

    Yes, it is. We are actually lucky that we do get a chance to get back on track even when we derail.
    You are on a wonderful journey of healing by revisiting your past to enrich your present and it is a joy to be a part of it, Stephen.

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  2. paeansunplugged says:

    You are welcome. You are lucky to be able to exchange notes with your 17 years old self. Our core values actually don’t change much and what happened in between …perhaps it was meant to happen . And of course, you have the poetry…which is such a blessing.

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  3. S Francis says:

    Thank you, looking back on that very earnest me has been an interesting journey especially as I am building a new version of that same human being more aware of these kinds of values. Here I am, there I was, what happened in between? Yet… somethings remained constant… those values mattered to me then and in today’s world so wrought with anger and hatred they feel like they need to matter again. And… well… poetry…

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