You know it.

You feel it.
Yet you don’t stay with it.

You tell yourself
later.

And you train yourself
to leave
the direction you knew was yours.

It repeats.

Time passes
while you stand next to yourself.

Feet on the ground
but not in your life.

It’s not that you don’t know.

You already do.

You feel it in your body
before you explain it.

It’s what you do
with that.

Whether you stay
or leave.

The Treasure Chest isn’t help.

You go there
to see what it looks like
to stay.

To watch someone
not step back
when it matters.

And once you see that
it gets harder
to walk away.

Stay.

Linnea