Changing lanes
A new path
The cold Arizona breeze, sun setting over the mountain peaks.
I feel a sense of wonder with leaving it all behind.
Knowing full well, I did make the right choice.
I chose me.
My heart and brain always know to listen to my gut.
Stay a course, full steam ahead.
This time though, my body is six steps behind.
Not like eight months ago when I was filled with excitement and driven.
Now I’m driving in the slow lane.
Leroy is struggling to make the trip.
Everyone around is starting to notice.
Maybe it’s my half faked smile?
Or never fully committing to social plans.
But it’s showing and I’m not the only one to feel it.
-ej
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Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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