The Ride

This cold white hand of change
Grips my shoulder
Chilling bone
My sick stomach cannot eat
As a life is thrown
And I light-out of this small town
On my motorbike
Alone -
In my sights
Another mountain
To be braved and climbed.
I leave behind 
My five-year time;
The voices gone;
And carry 
All the love I've ever known.
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