Drift, Sway, Break.

I drift into the afternoon with the wonder of the New Year swaying above my head.
With fear and excitement engulfing my body and mind, I take a deep breath.
Break down the fantasies--good, bad, indifferent--erase and wipe clean.

Pure. Untouched. Bare. Raw and Ready.

Pushing through the next few weeks, dreading the hard goodbyes but reminding myself that it's just a new beginning.

I'll be back whether in body or spirit. I'll be back soon.

Nostalgic in Transition

A treasure chest of golden days.
Yellow flakes break.
And rain down on,
this face of youth maturing.

In mystery, I see promise and the backdrop of my history.
In shades of orange and crystal blue--tomorrow has signed her name.
A territory claimed just for me, to start the story of who I'll be.

I smile a closed mouth grin as tears roll down my cheek.
Bittersweet.

To the goodbyes and chapters closed, tucked away you'll be.

To the next that comes along...
Take from me the knowledge of another world and time,
and share with me the energy of your soul, the light that thrives inside.

Let me walk away...graceful, humble, and all brand new.