Built a castle; knocked it down —
too old, too young, and just begun …
another circle on the run.
I’ll let it be and let it grow —
(perhaps it had it’s place, you know),
and who am I? Yes who am I? And back around we go, we go.

And when I fell I bellowed loudly,
screamed my soul quite inside-out;
They sent the healers; did my best
and dutifully swept the scrap.

And when I fully stood again,
I kicked quite cleanly every stone
from this, my soul-destroying home —
without the tears this time.

I had a castle quite devouring —
almost got the ALL of me —
and kicked that castle — kicked it clean
and walked, at last, away.

I walked, at last, away.

Pam Goode