Endings and beginnings.
How can I find the space between the two?
That elusive point where mourning turns to hope,
Where loss yields to possibility.
In that space is room for grief and excitement,
Neither dominant, both supreme
Sorrow mixed with relief tinged with fear fueled by determination.
The gates to Eden are barred by flaming swords
There is no way back, only forward.
And it wasn’t really Eden anyway
Just an old dream, yesterday’s adventure.
Paradise might yet be found
But first I must leave the comfort of familiar
Let go of who I was, embrace who I am, and welcome who I will be.
All in this space between then and then
All in between this beginning and that end.