(After letting the dust settle a bit, I wrote what came to mind.)
Spending endless hours on the open road,
My tired mind a maelstrom of thought.
Feeling numb, and just wrung,
drained beyond memory,
And wondering what it was I forgot (my fishing rod and tackle box).
Leaving my old life behind,
like a shed, molted shell,
growing towards an uncertain future,
when only turgid time will tell,
if this is the right choice...
Growing pains, this, I tell myself.
Necessary to make me aware.
And if the barbed past lets me just rest at last,
then I'll see why it is that I care.
My eyes on the prize,
of the dream, the brass ring.
My focus becoming more clear.
The goal at the end of the chosen path
that I tread,
unhindered by worry or fear.
One baby step closer to what it is that I want.
A giant leap away from what I have known.
I'm building the courage
to test these new wings,
so when I'm gone they can say that I've flown...
~C.L.R. ~
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