Hand-Written.

Trepidations

I am finding

That maybe leaving everything behind

…Is a little harder than I thought.

The days go by,

Growing shorter to longer,

But never long enough.

And as the clock ticks by,

So does all that I ever had left.

I pack my life away into boxes,

This one’s, “take.”, this one’s, “leave.”

Say goodbye but, “We’ll meet again.”

We both know that we will never meet again.

Isn’t it funny how I now feel so calm?

Truth be told, to be honest;

I am scared.

This is a cliff -

Higher than any I have ever jumped before.

What if I fall?

What if I never land?

But despite my trepidations, I find that

My biggest fear

Has turned out to be

Never jumping at all.

Most Treasured

You are the rain in the sky

The tear in my eye

The song that I sing

The feathers on my wing

You are the sigh to my breath

The life to my death

The love in my heart

The frame to my art

You are the words to my picture

The moral to my scripture

The memories in my mind

My one of a kind

You are the words to my poem

The marrow to my bone

I will never be alone

Because you are my own.