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dVersepoets has the prompt "Pivot".
Pivot Point
You have to leave something behind
to move forward.
– Bikey Thapa
Thirty-nine years—
It is time to go.
The frame creaks,
The clocks chime slowly,
They know all too well
How relentlessly time slips by.
In a daze, I walk around—
The house is partially empty now,
Old memories loop around me.
My footsteps echo too.
Boxes are filled, stacked, waiting.
The longest hour, the hardest hour,
Is the one just before leaving.
But one must look to the future,
Take chances—if not now, when?
To be rooted to one spot is comfortable,
But comfort is where dreams go to die.
I open the door
and step out...
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I love how you ended this. All that history, all those stories/memories of the past--now to the stepping out into a new adventure.
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