one day i will walk back into
the womb of nature with nothing in my hands.
the part of me that daydreams on this final
chapter is restless but the horse
must be tamed.
the days that lie ahead take sacrifice,
and that doesn’t always mean
giving something away,
or letting something go ...
that’s the easy stuff
once you figure out what keeps you
waking up for more life.
but sometimes it means stepping away from
the door you have always long to find and
rolling your sleeves
one more time.