I left a cumbered life of certainty,
For one more clouded and opaque,
Where my path would go; I did not know,
Or of the memories, I’d make.
The fear which started in my heart,
Then to my stomach, would fade away,
As I flexed the trust inside myself,
Like a muscle, growing day by day.
My journey brought me to new sites,
Of turquoise seas and looming cliffs.
Pains of the past made room for memories,
Of the great adventures I would miss.
Along the way, I’d met new friends,
Whom each held stories of their own.
That perspective change was to the mind,
As rich soil to a budding flower grown.
Although the journey was never clear,
There was one fact I knew I’d claim.
That by the time I would return,
I would never be the same.