to the routine
like an old friend who knows
instinctively what I need.
A blanket of security
wrapped around me. Reluctant to change,
I pry my hands from the edge, letting it
fall slowly to the ground around my feet.
Feeling exposed I stumble to hide
my fears that this change will change me.
Unsure what the future brings,
I must look forward with
good things will come.
Bye old friend.