On the doorstep of departure,
the truth settling in,
of how this chapter ends
and the next begins.
Anxious feelings fill my stomach
alongside the joy that’s left to digest,
and the stress that needs it’s rest.
I don’t know if I’ll cry or sing,
or dance or die,
I don’t know what’s on deck for me
because I’ve been living daily,
free
-ing myself of my hesitations,
miserations and limitations.
In each main theme I’ve found my steps,
so thank you new york
and cheers
to what’s next.