Pleasant Change

I packed my breath into tomorrow,

left yesterday folded in a drawer.

Not because it didn’t matter

but because it already taught me

what it could.

I’m done staring at the same four walls

waiting for them to soften.

Done hoping the same streets

will suddenly lead somewhere new.

This time,

I’m choosing the view.

A change of scenery isn’t running

it’s listening

to the part of me

that refuses to stay small.

It’s believing that my roots

can grow in different soil

and still bloom.

I’m committed now

not to comfort,

but to becoming.

To waking up somewhere unfamiliar

and letting it reshape me.

I don’t know every step ahead,

but I know this:

the horizon is wider

when I move toward it.

This is a beginning I stand behind

feet planted, eyes open,

heart finally facing forward.