A Brand New Start

I packed my bags, shut the door,

Not sure what I’m heading for.

The world’s the same, but something’s new

A pull toward things I never knew.

I tell myself I’m not afraid,

But every step feels like a trade

Leaving pieces, light as dust,

Behind me in a cloud of rust.

It’s not a leap, it’s more a drift,

A quiet, slow, but certain shift.

No grand arrivals, no clear plan,

Just trying hard to understand.

Excitement laced with fear so tight,

I’m walking toward the morning light.

And though I stumble, though I fall,

It’s worth it just to risk it all.

So here I am, I’m stepping in,

With hope and doubt both wearing thin.

The road ahead feels wide and free

A brand new start, a brand new me.