indecision clawing through my insides
gutting me.

it’s the first day of the rest of your life


live your passion

why is it so hard, then?

losing sight of the shore, committing to the finality of writing “the end”
leaving the comfort
laboring uncomfortably

knowing what is most important for my future
doesn’t make saying no to now any easier

knowing my purpose
won’t make present goodbyes taste any sweeter

salty tears come without warning
fast and freefalling

tears that can turn into laughter at a moment’s notice
tears that sterilize my wounds

i’ve cried these tears before
a decisive baptism
cleansing and clearing

a vessel for change