Tue, 04/23/2019 - 01:50 -- src737

The first step in growing up just starting.

You are pushed into it, like you push yourself into the front seat of the car

Adjusting the seat,

Catching your reflection as you move the mirrors

And when everything is double checked and in its place,

You wish there were more to do.


Because leaving comfort behind is hard,

And even when you want to go - to start, you still wish there was a reason to stay.

But starting is necessary

If you plan to go anywhere.


So you place the key in the ignition,

For the first time by yourself.

And the engine sputters

And sputters,

And sputters,

Because it is unsure,

And so are you.


Still, you move forward

And the engine bursts to life

And you think maybe -

Just maybe -

The new and unknown isn’t so terrifying.


This poem is about: 
My family


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