Out The Door Poem by Kewayne Wadley

There I stood opening the door.
Feeling the wind of a fresh new start.
I let go of all my burdens.
The thoughts of you that festered Like a bad sore.
Stubborn to heal. Only because I kept picking at it.
The part of me that caused you so much grief.
I opened the door and just stood.
Facing the wind that held you when you only
longed to be free.
I watched the leaves fall from the tree.
Free of the branch that held them against their will.
That was me, facing reality.
Walking out the door.