On Moving Flat
The night before the start of a new beginning.
The start of a new chapter.
A shift in energy from old to new.
A goodbye to memories. A welcoming of new ones to be made.
A goodbye to a place that held me back.
A cause of many of my pains. Many of my wounds could not be healed here.
I was in a living memory; unable to feel safe at home.
A shame in not feeling able to be strong. A shame in feeling weak.
An emergence of a new perspective on life.
Moving parts of myself and leaving others behind. Letting go of the past.
New connections in relationships are made.
The sun sets over old memories.
As night falls, the memories fade.
A foggy haze of trauma.
The wounds heal at the first light of morning.