Two weeks notice

A week its been to a new shore

I've left behind now

what I long claimed as

mine to procure, one

that is now mine to retain or abhor

Long it took to sever at last,

the extended stay in the premise

of an unstinting mind,

just not ready to bury the past behind

Just as fear was seeping in,

long did it rust away from my sight

a seething challenge to my might

I could but relish it now,

though it seems already

like a new task

The new voyage has stormy seas,

and the radar is sorting itself in line

to where my dreams

with my will shall align

Progression and motion,

and the entire commotion,

and all of it does sometime get limiting

to the core

Tossing and turning,

and twisting and swerving

inside I'm ambivalent to the core

Not sleeping or working,

a state of inertia,

but not one I've felt before

To the emotional mind,

to all the threads that logic

can't bind, I can't hide

that I'll miss dearly what I leave behind

So I take what I can

and move away before

I doubt my decision,

so long an exile

away from precision

My biggest test was greater than my ask

I longed within and I long without

But I cast myself away from doubts

What else remains for me to say...

What do I retain? What is my to remain?

I sail to another sea,

on another journey, to a new shore

Longing and lusting to be with myself

more than anyone, once more...

So I take few pictures, in silence,

and complete some remaining hymns,

I evade those who I know most

or the fear of change will do me in...

Goodbye, and may joy be with you all

this parting glass, let us not fill with tears

I owe it my heart to you...

I owe it from the start to you...