Broken Pieces

And so I Left...

Leaving has always been my strong suit.
I've left in the middle of the night or day.
The moment my environment was no longer habitable,
I spread my wings and flew to warmer brighter days.
I've never liked feeling as if my freedom was jeapordized,
My comfort and safety has always been priority.
The idea of leaving is that you're running instead
of facing the issue head on.
Why should someone face an issue head on when
their voice is muffled and perspective shut down.
Why should I sacrifice my freedom for
the worlds ability to view me as "strong".
Leaving has never felt like running,
it has felt like the first breath of spring.
Leaving has never felt weak,
it felt like power rippling through my every vien.
It's felt like a heart beating more rapidly than any
drum ever could.
It's felt like looking in the mirror to find the cracks
closing up from within my soul.
It's felt like independence and creating a beautiful home
with a peaceful garden and smelled like fresh coffee in the mornings.
I will never apologize for blooming from the mud
in the mid summer heat like a lotus flower.
Burying all those who doubted me and tried to pull me under
along with them.
The irony is that I needed them all along.
I had to come from an undesirable place to even be able to
thrive and bloom.
In my heart I hope they too one day can wake from
the daze and bloom alongside me.
But, I will no longer bear the burden of trying to pull them up
to only be pushed back down.

Now I'm leaving once again,
this time to a future I know is bright.
I'm heading into something that will challenge
me more than I have ever been not only
physically but mentally as well.
I've made moves in my life recently
that I've always been scared to leap into.
Making a life for myself and my family.
I have all the next steps laid out in a way
that they can't be forgotten or shoved away.
I can't trick myself into thinking I must focus on
daily survival instead of the betterment of my life.
All this leaving has directed me to the life I was
always meant to have.
I can now see that my path had to be the one
less traveled.
Any trials and tribulations have allowed me a perspective
and maturity that naturally should've taken me 10 more
years to gain.
I always hate when people pity my past,
I am proud of it,
I would not like who I am without earning
it first.

So, never feel guilty for leaving.
For chasing freedom and happiness.
You could end up in a position of
prosperity that you would not have found if you had stayed.