From a clean slate.
So much I never forgave,
So much I never forgot,
So much I could give up not.

When what hinders me is more than what is my aid,
Is it not best, if I take more time to wait?
Mourn not the failed prophecy of what could but never be,
But greet in open hands, the beginning of a new me.

So long in stasis have I been,
One step ahead, another a retreat.
This endless dance had to see an end,
If I ever hope my past and future to mend.

I stare at the door of oblivion, the gate to nevermore,
My hands tremble, as I carefully push the door.
I feel nervous, for what is behind I cannot view,
But whatever it is, it will be something new.