Leaving is difficult, Moving on is hard

Imagine moving on from the things that made me

The same things that made me happy and gave me a sense of belonging

These same things that felt safe. Just like home

Thinking of leaving is so difficult, I can’t even make it a reality

Alas, the same things that made me also broke me

I want to run as fast as I can, but I’m stuck

My legs seem to have a mind of their own, they seem to betray my thoughts

Tears in my eyes, deep pains in my chest as I try to find my way

It feels like I’m running in circles, I still find my self back in the same spot

I am really struggling. No one told me leaving would be this difficult

There is hope for a tree that is cut down

At the scent of water, it will sprout again

No matter how battered and tattered I am

The lord will receive me

I will fight like a soldier that I am

Endlessly and tirelessly

As I move on and find my bearing

One who puts his hand on the plough and looks back can’t see the great things ahead of him

The one who sees me will rewrite my story on a fresh page

Old things are in the past now, I’m here in the present

I may not know what the future holds, but I certainly know the custodian of my life

This phase of my life is called the “REBIRTH”

For I have let go of my past and moved on

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