The boat is tied, a sturdy rope,
To shores of comfort, a gentle slope.
The sun is warm, the harbor still,
A peaceful ache, a whispered thrill.
My friends all wave, a steady line,
"Go chase the stars, the sky is thine."
Their voices strong, a hopeful sound,
"You'll find your footing on new ground."
But I can feel the current tug,
A nervous knot, a heavy shrug.
The water's deep, the sky so wide,
I've never sailed without a guide.
The familiar scent of earth and pine,
A sweet reminder of what's mine.
The easy laugh, the well-known face,
A gentle and a slowing pace.
Yet something calls beyond the mist,
A future only I have kissed.
A distant gleam, a faint new song,
A place where I have always belonged.
I take a breath, I loose the line,
And turn my back on what was mine.
The sail unfurls, the journey starts,
With hopeful yet nervous hearts.
No comments:
Post a Comment