Chapter.

This happens to me so often.
For six years I have waited, solemnly, patiently.
I have watched you grow,
I have watched you cry,
I have held your hands in mine,
and your head in my lap when sleep was near.

The day will come when I will not be tied to anything here.
I will leave this place and I will expand my horizons.
I will mourn, I will shake off the dirt and the grime,
And I will go on.
Because there is something waiting for me on the other end.
I will set sail once comes the noon of night-time,
To a close but foreign land,
One which holds all of the untold,
Every quiet secret of my future and destinations currently unknown.

Every emotion will be uncorked and thrown to sea.
Good or bad, love or the untimely,
Some laced with ulterior motives or selfish musings,
Things which may have appeared as one thing
And revealed themselves to be another.
And soon,
I will apologize.
To everyone who I have hurt or knocked down,
To everyone who I could have helped,
To all who I didn't love with my whole heart.
I will go with lighter footsteps,
And with heavy suitcases,
And I will live.