Breakaway

Two emotions, both raw, both familiar, put together makes something new. Joy, fear, Bliss and worry. A separation of paths. A crossroad. The choice that may change a life. The choice that may break a life. The choice that may bring realization, or devastation. A separation. A change that will bring joy, but will bring sadness. A change that may strengthen, may bring growth, or just bring heartache and confusion. A far away and yet familiar scene. Set far away from everything routine. A new life to create. A new day to make. A new way to live. A new way to give. But, that way, can be a new way to cry. A new way to die. A new day to break. A feeling of missing. Missing living surroundings for surroundings that are familiar, but not the same. Surroundings that are known. Surroundings that are strange. A breakaway. A breakaway from familiar life. Familiar strife. For something new, exciting, frightening. The fear that builds as the day of separation draws near. A fear that builds as realization sets. A fear the fades at the thought of change. But rises for the same reason. A sudden, but known separation. A sad, but joyful separation. Leaving one life to start another. The knowledge of a later return present. But distant. The date of separation, appears, its right around the corner. Turn now to face it. Hid not from it. It is welcoming. It is intimidating. This is the choice. Go back or fall away. Stay in place or breakaway.