It's time
You know what they say about the birds and their lives
That they can fly away to any place they desire.
But they stay in the same place almost their whole damn time
Without a sign of remorse or a reflect in their mind.
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Well, I am not a bird, (at least as far as I can tell)
And I am planning to leave for better places to conquer.
No, I am not talking about walking towards the light at the end
But rather to stay alive, go around the world, and find a new frontier.
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It's time to move on. Packing my life will be just a slay
I may need to start to declutter my home right away.
So many memories to review and select just the best
Anything else is either deleted, left behind, or repressed.
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Growing inside comes with a lot of painful goodbyes
And I am for sure expecting some tears and real cries.
I may not have as many friends as you think it should be
But the handful I have, I can confirm, they are real and close to me.
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"Family is first" I had been told by many when they have a chance
But Family is nothing if I don't have a firm grip on myself and my stance.
Breathing fresh air, seeing new grass, and perhaps meeting new souls
That may help with my search to become better at hitting my goal.
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I have so many boxes that I need to close and store away
Each one of them containing a part of my mind and its weight.
I may need to review the number of racks I am planning to use
To store just the boxes that I am bringing with me, so they don't get loose.
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I think I did well in constructing a life with my kids and their Love
But it's time to start thinking on what to do to place myself above.
This is not being selfish, but instead just trying to complete the path
To become the best of me, happy and full, maybe wearing a new hat.
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They will still have me, close by, just one phone call away
And I am planning to visit or bringing them over from time to time.
It will be quite interesting to see their faces and how they react
Once I settle in a new place, send some pics, with all my boxes unpacked.
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It's time to move on. Packing my life will be just a slay
I need to decide what to take with me and start packing without delay.
So many memories to review and select just those showing what feels right
And one of the best will be for sure, a memory of you smiling tonight.
About the Creator
Alex Torres
Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.

Comments (1)
Oh wow. I love how you balance practical reality with emotional truth. This doesn’t feel like running away—it feels like running toward. Your future self is already proud of you. ✨