My first day of school
A backpack full of jitters;
My mother’s eyes
Say more
With that one last wave
At the door.
To live
Is to tick boxes off the list.
The more, the merrier —
Then, the more sparse
Only a new beginning
Can bring.
Do we grow bolder
Writing more chapters —
Now we take time
To reconsider.
When was the last time
I trembled,
Showered in waterfalls
Of the unknown
The pinnacle —
I would rather miss what was
Than what could have been.
