Metamorphosis Chronicles | Pt3

Small, shaky smiles

Folded clothes

With hope tucked inside

Each pocket

Between each layer

Placed gently in a suitcase

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I pull the trigger of the

Fuel dispenser

Filling my car with

Fears and the bravery

To overcome them (hopefully)

Piling the back seat with

Worn notebooks and unread novels

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Goodbyes to this wilted city come with

A bittersweet taste on my tongue

I hope I will soon only tie it

To the good things and not

The things that sent me away

Convincing myself I will one day

Only think of my family’s banter

My mother’s welcoming arms

My dog’s warm greetings and

Not my best friend’s ghost

That stood in every corner

Or the loneliness that clung to me

On every street I drove

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I drop painful moments

Long passed but still remembered

From the window as I go

Letting them dissolve in

Faraway pastures

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I press the ocean

Against my skin

Like a balm

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It is the first time

In so long that

The sky has not

Looked like a cage

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And this is my confession

I have no idea if I am running

Or healing or if there is even

A difference

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(I suppose I am about to find out)

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