Rough Sleeping
Nobody told me freedom was so cold,
When I tore myself away
From the uneventful warmth
Of an ordinary family …
Thrashing about me in my confusion.
Wounding anyone who cared …
The tears slashing my mother’s face
Like razor blades …
But I had to get away.
Feel the wind of freedom …
Feel the wind …
I feel it now alright …
Icy blasts, straight down the river.
Eddying round the vast bulk
Of city buildings.
Over-warm … on the inside …
But huddled here, on the outside …
No real shelter in them …
That cruel freedom wind
Sifts through my thin clothes.
I remember warm jumpers,
And coats, abandoned
In my anxiety
To catch the wind.
But I can’t go back
Can I? …
To that ordinary love
Of my ordinary home.
Not now I’ve felt the wind!
But, you see,
Nobody told me
Freedom is so cold …
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