Soaring

I’m ready to go but I’m afraid of what’s on the otherside. A soul set free? Or a soul still held captive? Not afraid of doing the deed, afraid of not completing it. Erasing the past, present, and future. Redo the equation and count me out. This emptiness has completed it’s mission. Time for me to go. The ground I’ve stepped on too many times is calling my name and it sounds so sweet. Going without a fight, and a smile on my face. Happiness. The lost ingredient of my life.. Found. One last memory written on paper. A whisper goodbye and her soul is off.