Frozen Ground

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This is my land

And it is frozen

Cold, frigid, unfriendly

Built on wrath and frustration,

By determined people

Frugal, sterile land

Of slow living

I was born here

But this land is not my land

This land just bore my weight

I did not grow here

Just barely survived

So I could grow where

I truly belong

Returning

I live in the north

In the land of small hills

And a lot of trees

Some blue lakes

And a lot of lonely and cold people

I wanted to leave but somehow

I am stuck here

First time I went back it was, Because of the language

The second time because Of my career

The third time out of desperation

The fourth time out of frustration

The fifth time has not happened yet

But it will

This is life in the far north

A place where the ice and snow

Is absent

The place where your soul freezes to ice

Take my advice

Stay out

The past is always present

Flowering, the past is always present

While I am leaving that old house

The place which nourished me

Once open a time

Eventually

The beauty is overgrown

By grass and small trees

That is a change

I will leave