Farewell to mornings spent learning about the human mind.
Farewell to a teacher seen as an inspiration in history.
Farewell to the consistent wobbly desk in room D205.
Farewell to the stage that gave me a place to let my true voice come through.
Farewell to the loving teachers that guided without haste.
Farewell to those precious moments of comfort.
Farewell to the comfort felt when huddled between my parents watching a movie on saturday nights.
Farewell to the high jump pit that inspired a track athlete within me, and inspired a goal.
Farewell to the hallways that filled with familar faces.
Those moments give me the strength to grasp the unknown by the hand,
and gently walk with it,
unafraid
and untaken.
Farewell to Comfort.
Nice title. That's true, isn't it? :)
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