The Scary Things I Left Behind

Clouds covered the airplane window of what used to be

As the sky rushed my past away from what soon would be

I could see.

The scary things I left behind were not what I thought they’d be.

Breathe.

The life of my old hometown, beckoned for me

Screaming, “My love, My love! Don’t leave me.”

But as I left that golden mountainside,

I could see,

This life, these people were good for me.

The scary things I had left behind were not what I thought they would be.

Breathe.

That life had turned grey,

With no recollection of the exact day,

I saw my family, my friends, my life and knew this was not the way

To live, to love, to breathe, to say.

I was fifteen when I acknowledged my old home was not meant for eternity

Breathe.

Then suddenly, as I flew away,

This life came back and wanted me to stay.

The golden sunshine laid its hands upon my face,

Wiping my tears and kissing my cheeks.

Saying “If you seek what you thought I would be, your life will be golden, you heart will be free.”

These scary futures and scary memories, would remind me of the way I wanted to see.

I was fifteen when I left my home, and I was fifteen when I changed my life.

Breathe.