One Day, Maybe

One Day, Maybe

written by: Michael Balner

One day, maybe, I shall return
To all the places that I left,
When those who still might recognise me
Are all gone, for good, or dead.

When my face has changed and wrinkled,
And when my hair has turned all white,
When my shame has swayed and faltered,
And when my pain has eased and died.

One day, maybe, I shall return
To all the places that I left,
When there is none there to hate or love me,
When there is none there to know my name.

And then, my voice shall fail and wither,
And then, my spine shall bow and break,
And then, my heart shall crack and open,
And then, my soul shall burst in flames.

One day, maybe, I shall return
To all the people that I left,
To touch their hands, and make peace with them,
One day, maybe, before it’s too late.

Please leave this field empty

NEVER MISS A STORY

SUBSCRIBE TO OUR NEWSLETTER AND GET THE LATEST LITERARY BUZZ

We don’t spam! Read our privacy policy for more info.

Check your inbox or spam folder to confirm your subscription.

• About
• Latest Posts

Michael Balner

Michael Balner is a privacy professional born in Czechia, he lives in Oslo, Norway. He started to write poetry only a year ago, during a period of a personal crisis. For him, writing is a means to get in touch with his deepest feelings and his inner parts. It has become a part of his therapy, healing of his childhood/youth complex traumas and a part of his search for his higher, pure self. He hopes that his readers can relate to his poems and hopefully feel a little less alone with their own troubles and battles.

Latest posts by Michael Balner (see all)

• One Day, Maybe - January 11, 2025
• A Brief Moment of Clarity - August 26, 2024
• The Dark Night of the Soul - May 23, 2024