Moving Out

Half my life wrapped tight
in bubbles and cardboard boxes
The other half left behind
Not forgotten
but no longer desired

Memories float like ghosts
down the homely halls
A room stripped bare of belongings
seems bigger,
and echoes sentiments

Childhood has betrayed me
by forcing responsibility
to face the real world
And carry on living
through this adult rebirth

I am still a child
standing in her mother’s heels
Arms laden with treasure
Lost on the road side
without any guidance

Too, I am an adult
head filled with childish fears
Arms bearing the burden
of a spoiled youth
About to face the future

Ready to move out,
but not to move on