I am stabbed by questions. Questions.
You’ll get a different set.
Will you remember to write
home,
will you text, or forget?
Those who start with new
beginnings
from moorings must unpin.
Will you pivot from
everything?
shred the old like a worn skin?
Face forward, onward, be
fearless,
never a shooting star.
Be steady and rise, step by
step,
but don’t forget who you are
-
forgetting the tap roots,
and address,
doesn’t make for peace, or
happiness.
