So Long 23

Dear 23,

If I waver each time a hiccup arises,

Flight in PTSD,

Cower in fear,

Forget in hurt,

Mull over rejection,

Camp in thought on what didn’t come to pass,

I might always regret you.

If I long for the innocence and naivety

That came with my youth,

I may never love the mature me

Standing before this mirror.

If I cling to the memories of who you were,

Your vivid plans and dreams,

I may never truly embrace the path in front of me.

If I continue to speak life over you,

I may never get to live in the abundance

That life has to offer me.

So I’m tearing my robe of many colors,

And going to an unfamiliar place.

I have no idea what awaits me

But with a yielded heart, I’ve accepted my fate.

Five long years have passed,

And your beauty I will forever cherish.

It’s just time to move on, so this version of me does not perish.