I think it's time -
time for me to go
time for me to leave it all behind and find a new home
time for me to figure out what I want
time for me to let it all burn
time for me to live my life without worrying when I am going to die
but wait . . .
where am I going ?
who am I going to ?
how am I going to leave it all behind when this is what I have known all my life ?
maybe I'll figure it out on my way
but wait . . .which way is that way . . .
which way is the right way ?
what if I am going the wrong way ?
wait . . . .what was I talking about again ?
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reaching out
PoetryThe different stages of wanting to free my self from my ghosts and trying to befriend the parts of me that I hate the most Genre:poetry