Ghost Towns
The ghost towns.
Empty shells of wood and stone.
A generation of weather and abandonment.
Sunlight shines through the gaps
of clapboard and broken glass.
This is no place to live.
Empty.
So broken it does not matter where you start,
only that you do.
About this poem
I’ve been the ghost town. Not just lived in it, been it.
On my icebox in the kitchen is a magnet that says simply “Start Anywhere.”. A truth that changed my life. And largely still runs it.
The picture was taken in Surry County, Virginia.
Tom
I think if we are honest, we’ve all had times where we felt abandoned, empty and forgotten, and yes it doesnt matter when or where we start as long as we do. Because Light finds a way in through the cracks, I look for that glimmer and follow it to it’s Source. Peace my friend.