I am leaving. No one has caught on yet, I leave with my clothes packed like tight jelly rolls; sardines- All alongside the rest of my personal belongings. A picture- I have pictures, I've made pictures I am a picture. Standing here with my black peacoatandmybottledwaterandmyCDplayer. I am leaving. And I pray they catch on when I've already left.
Reason for writing:
I am, indeed, leaving in about a week for a year away from my family
and my country and my friends and my childhood. I'll be on my own in a world
where I don't even speak the language. It hasn't really hit me how much of a step
this is in my life quite yet, and I feel almost disconnected from everyone as they
celebrate and cry over me. It's not easy to let the fact that you are breaking away
just enter your mind.
Birth sign: Pisces
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