She packed her bags.

Swift and sure.

Certain to leave all negatives behind.

She held her breath.

Tight and long.

Hoping to be far far gone.

She twirled and turned.

She hummed a tune.

Never looking back.

All that once was,

and all that is

is lying there.

The melody grasps her tightly

leading her to the door.

To new beginnings.

To so much more.

Don’t turn back,

dear girl.

Don’t fret.

Tomorrow’s never promised,

but once left

tomorrow is something to look forward to.

So til tomorrow

dear girl

be free.

Until tomorrow

young one

Just leave.


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