Anonymous
By Karyn Indursky
Near the door, he decided to stand.
As he stood, his legs began to shake.
All who were watching couldn't speak.
A silent fear ran down his spine.
Memories crawled into his head.
His eyes became glassy and cold.
A slithering tear met his cheek.
He stood there watching his family.
Slowly, he backed away.
All of his relatives were now his past.
For the final time, he made sure everything was ready to go.
There were no "good-byes" or anything.
Maybe, they presumed he'd come back.
They were wrong.
This was for good.
Turning back wasn't a choice.
He was ready for a fresh start.