b u r n t o t e a r s - a personal collective

Poetry | One Last Night
One last night and I'm on the edge of my seat
I lie awake with a herald bird
chirping in my ear

It sings a song of joy and melancholy
Change has come to sweep me up
into its warm embrace

I know not the path set out for me in life
But I know that taking the chance
is what was intended

I'll leave behind the people that I love
But they remain close and dear
in my heart and mind

Forward I march into a time not yet known
With the strength and courage
that will hold me up

And this one last night of sleepless thought
I shall treasure in my mind
for all the time I live

For if it were not for a journey's beginning
One would have no place
to return home to.