As I see the pain I’ve carried thus far Packed neatly into bags all around me, There stands before me a choice. Shall I take them with me for one more trip? They seem so familiar, these garments of misery The material worn into comfortable smoothness From all the years of wear. And what will clothe me if I leave them behind? What will shield me from the harsh climate of the world? To be reborn in every moment, with nothing of the past Is a freedom both exciting and frightening. The call of liberation brings tidings of peace, Inviting me, seducing me, inspiring me. Can it be so simple, to set it all aside? A moment renewed and fresh, awaiting to be chosen As I stand on the precipice of heaven and hell. My thoughts linger, but in my heart I know There is no other way. Love and Peace, Julie (Phoenix)
