EVERY TIME I’VE LEFT

 

every time I’ve left

I was right to do so

 

maybe not right in my words

my thoughts or my deeds

 

maybe torn up, shredded

on expectations and disappointment

 

maybe savage and ferocious

lashing out in my pain

 

but I know something now that I didn’t know then

I needed every wrong turn, every misguided step

to find the places where my joy was real

 

and when I was finally there, in a place where I was happy

I knew I was always going to make the next right move

even when everything else around me was wrong

 

because that’s all I’d ever done

just like every time I’ve ever left

so that someday, I could arrive