Those first steps wreak havoc on a mans curious mind.
To leave was to fare on my own.
Without the loving mother whom I cherish so dear.
To this father of mine I normally keep near.
Of friends turned family and family turned friends, I gave up everything to seek better ends.
For this life has given me enough to move on, amidst great hope that with wisdom I will return.
To complete my life aims I must venture on,
Beyond these grey walls and from these strong bonds.
The continent is vast with opportunities abound.
New experiences lie ahead; sweet lessons to be found.
And so my dear home I give you my word,
Leaving you was imperative to grow.
Your concrete surroundings and your merciless approach,
Sends many into a haste-ridden frenzy.
You tarnish communities through systems of wrong.
Fuelled by a wickedness of a wallet grown strong.
Leaving those in control with filthy hands not yet rubbed.
Callously witnessing a delirium undisturbed.
They say it takes courage to leave all behind.
But I can’t say for certain if I believe this is true.
I see many who stay despite all their woes;
They bravely hold fort, they boldly fight foes.
And thus we can answer our pigheaded question..
Does courage ascend from the people who go?
Perhaps there is depth to our meaningful journey,
But in the end it is from everyone that we see true strength grow.”
Thursday, 10th May. 2018.
‘The Art of Leaving’ by Aidan Meehan.
Rue de Dauphine, Lyon.