The seasons that drag on,
And then suddenly end.
Later, carrying small regrets like seashells from the beach tucked in my pocket
But in hope, my way set
If I had stayed,
I would have needed a remake on my days,
The former ways
couldn't be sustained
The fit was
off
The mirror no longer reflecting what I want
What I think I need
Leaving security, trusting
Risking rejection, hoping
Disappointments in the wake, accepting
Taking on monotony, learning
On a new path, no time for carrying burdens or even getting cash. The missing weighs heavy.
In this season of waiting
I long for another awakening.
