Borrowed Blossom

A new sense of belonging
That leaves me longing for the old
Remnant memories keep crawling
Amidst an anticipation of what’s to unfold.

I welcomed the unfamiliar
And disregarded that, which I knew
Did I lose my sense of self ?
Or just trade the old for new ?

Now in retrospect, I suspect it was a complex
Oh yes !
It makes perfect sense
“The grass is not always greener”
So forgive me, for I was a sinner.

© Heath Muchena, 2009

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