Poem: Job Done

The chapter that meant so much to you, but it only gave you hurt is about to close.

The lesson you learned are the ones that you refuse to be told.

This is where you were made, but not where you will die.

This is happening and you are trying hard not to cry.

The tears would mean that it was good.

That this was love.

This is it, there is no turning back.

The place that holds all the secrets will stop holding yours.

There will be no more worrying about the people.

The things they would say.

No more thinking about the place.

You have given it your all and now there is no more.

The door is closing, and you are standing still.

The job was hard, but now it is done.