Goodbye

 Well my friends. The day has (pretty much) arrived. I'm off to meet my new friends. I know some of you will think 'Oh she'll have so much fun with her new people she'll forget all about us'. In the moment I might. It will be hard for me to call or write. If the phone doesn't ring it will most likely be me. But you are always my People. My roots, my family, the people I grew up with, my friends. So don't worry. I won't forget you. Someone will be sick and I'll think of a longtime joke with Uncle.. 'tho thick of being thick' ;) Someone will stop in and I'll think of Cousins who stopped in to sing or chill or eat. Someone will ask about home and I'll think of y'all. I know. I'm being sentimental. It's only 6 months. I'll blink and I'll be home again. Well, actually I'll blink about 5,299,200 blinks before I come home.
 In the time I have between blinking and living and remembering you all stuck at home, I'll try to post some my life on here for you to view. I'm not sure how it will all work out so we'll see what happens.

On Precipices and tomorrows

Precipice

Today I stand on the precipice of Gone
Before me a vast expanse unseen, unknown
Behind me, a past I cannot take along.

How will I change? Will I be missed?
Will memories haunt me?
Am I ready to do this?

Tomorrows are defined by todays, so precarious
So then why in our moments
Do we act so very careless?

I can't see into tomorrow
But I know what happened, passed,
Can and will affect my now.

So. Tomorrow. Will i be strong?
Kind? Selfish? Demeaning? Brave?
Of so many words, will I choose right? Will I choose wrong?

I know so very few things for certain
But one thing so true. God is with me
And if I trust Him, He won't leave me alone.

So this poem isn't of precise rhyme and rhythm
But this poem has laid bare my mind
And now I leap off the precipice of.

Gone.