I Am Starting Over Again
Eight years ago, I started packing my books, my clothes, my personal stuff.
Leaving behind my family, my friends, my life that I once knew.
It was not an easy task to do.
Never mind the physical exhaustion of packing boxes.
The mental and emotional strain of leaving my roots drove me nuts.
I cried everyday for the last few weeks I was there.
I bawled at the airport.
I did not want to go.
Eight years after, I am starting to pack my books, my clothes, my personal stuff.
I had to pause and think what I am leaving behind this time.
And I smiled as it dawned onto me... clear as the midsummer's eve sky.
I am leaving behind my broken wings.
Leaving behind my family, my friends, my life that I once knew.
It was not an easy task to do.
Never mind the physical exhaustion of packing boxes.
The mental and emotional strain of leaving my roots drove me nuts.
I cried everyday for the last few weeks I was there.
I bawled at the airport.
I did not want to go.
Eight years after, I am starting to pack my books, my clothes, my personal stuff.
I had to pause and think what I am leaving behind this time.
And I smiled as it dawned onto me... clear as the midsummer's eve sky.
I am leaving behind my broken wings.
By:
Sylphy
Age:
41-45
,
Female
