Her stomach lurched a little as she looked out of the plane’s tiny window.
The city she had called home for the last two years sped by alongside the runway.
All packed up for the next adventure, excited for the unknown that awaited her.
She caught fleeting glimpses from up above of the city she had come to love.
The city that had nurtured her broken heart and self.
The city that taught her how to fly again, figuratively and literally.
From having found home in a person to having found home in the city of hope, the memory of her journey made her yearn for home.
Butterflies fluttered across her tummy at the thought of starting over.
This goodbye had been well thought of.
Whenever she loved something, she lost herself to it.
She didn’t want to be lost just yet having found herself.
She needed adventure to move her calmed soul out of complacency.
Not all goodbyes are sad, some souls need more than just comfort.
PS: I had written this poem in 2018 and reading it again a few days back made me feel like I understand myself from back then better now. Older and wiser, eh?
What did you think of the poem? I know it isn’t the best but I hope you understand the sentiments. 🙂
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