She steps out of the door and moves
forward. Before her are her dreams,
the things she wants and needs, the
hopes and likes and loves of her life
that are yet to come. They have plagued her,
these dreams, haunted her waking hours
for so many years that she has come to
resent their pressure, the weight of them
on her daily life.
Today she is weightless.
Today is the leaving day, the day
when she goes out into the world, to make
of it what she can. She hopes to find joy
joy in being, a feeling that she has yet to touch
her. She does not know if what she is will be
enough for the world, and she knows that
the world may be too much for her, but
she will try.
She will try.
Behind her, they smile and wave and wish
her well, and then they close the door and
let her go