Sunday, August 26, 2012

First you must End to Begin Again

 There were last minute dinner dates
and escapes to my home town,
while it was still so close.

The tail end of work days,
where I stood still to remember
what it felt like to belong there.

Held a sparkler in my hands and
perched on a swing,
while we poured our hearts out on the sand.

Gathered all the memories
that made it Home
and buried them in my packing boxes.

If I wasn't scared of never changing, never growing, never being all that my heart desires, I would have stayed. But while I loved where I was, I love the thought of where I will be even more.

1 comment:

  1. That's ringing, because you are going to grow to be so much!