Belong – Written Thursday 10th July 2025 (Aged 50)

Belong

Where do I belong?
And where are my routes?
A local boy
with foreign boots.

Who has me?
And who knows my sound?
Who curates me?
Who looks after my past?

Is it those
with such warmth?
Is it those
that help?
Or is it anchors
that just weigh me down?

A local boy
I am,
but a local boy
in a different town.
a foreign place,
where accents sing
but to a different sound

And all this
goes round and round
in my head.
as time forms an army,
marches on,
and my imagination remains easily led

And the time we share
goes by
in a flash,
as you pull a muscle
in your neck
from constantly
looking back.

Who am I?
And what do I mean?
Sat here,
adding faded lipstick
to the face
of my dreams.

Where do I belong?
Where are my roots?
And who steals
all my scenes?
as the days melt away,
and get stored,
wrapped up in memory and feeling

James Garratt – May 2025

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