Someday

Here I am.

Despite so many fears, after so many years I am

Throwing it all away.

Who are you all to say

What I don't and do all day?

You want me to slave away

For pay

While I pray

The void inside subsides until one day

It all eventually goes away?

Instead, it grew and it grew.

And I knew—I just knew,

That it would come down to this.

It's impossible to fix.

So that does it.

I quit.

I don't know where I'm headed,

But I know that the dread that's embedded

Deep

As soon as I awaken from sleep

On a Monday

Has been replaced without chains! I'm not waiting for Someday.

Someday will take your dreams to the grave.

Chin up. Be brave.

You've got this.

The whole world is your office.

Anything you want, just

Reach out and make it

And take it

And mold it

And grow it

And go with

The path as YOU chose it.

The bumps along the way

Trump months, or even years, of long decay.

Resolve to dissolve the gap in

Value and worth you feel wrapped in.

What's the worst that can happen?

Own the unknown over a dead-end job you feel trapped in.