Enroute To Myself

by Brittany Barker

This departure calls for no baggage.
Where I’m headed,
I need my hands empty,
new things to dig,
reaping blessings too big. 

I can’t promise that I’ll be back.
I’ll be somewhere forward,
ahead of myself,
enroute to my own becoming.

Take what you need from the old me. 
Left so much of her behind, there is excess.
I, too, couldn’t say goodbye,
but life doesn’t always grant closure,
doesn’t owe you what you once had.
So let go, 
wont you? Press your feet in some soil,
won’t you? Get grounded in the future you dreamt.