Empty
A Quick Installment of How I Felt About Moving 500 Miles at 16
By Teya HooperPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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The empty rooms stare back with fire
A stare so vacant, but it jolts the memory
Sends me spiraling into the mystery
Mystery of my past, thoughts that pursed my lips
Wishing someone could have helped, gave me some tips.
Now I stare back, with an icy tear in my eye
Knowing the past is gone, got to spread my wings and fly
I cringe at the thought, knowing things will be different
Different wings. Different place. Different commitment.
I didn’t have much hope at first, leaving things behind.
But my heart crushed despair, opening my eyes
“Change is for the best” I’d tell myself, voice quiet and shy
No more keeping to myself, keeping my eyes to the floor
It’s time to spread my wings wide and soar.
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