Draft 17 of 5r

Maybe it’s mercy.
To stay,
I would have hardened. That’s barely a surviving.

Leaving, my spirit is strong
Conscience is clear
My heart is full
Of all the opportunities
I had to love strangers
Who embraced me, too
For a moment.

Maybe this isn’t an end
but beginnings.
Hopefully,
Wisdom has arrived
To turn me around
And abandon alienation from myself
Because I’ve lost
Some thing.
I will always have me
If I’m embracing the path
My spirit is making.