A writer's life

just ended a sad chapter in my life. what better wayt to describe it then in a poem.

  

I started a new chapter.

One of self-discovery, good vibes, and positively friendly faces.

But to have started a new chapter, another had to end. Such a long chapter it was.

One I was afraid to end.

In fear of the emotional turmoil that followed.

As the page flipped so did my heart, my mind, my soul.

I snapped. I changed. I grew. I learned.

No longer emotional over the chapter that ended, I moved on.

The next chapter in my life was waiting.

Waiting to be made.

To be the next chapter, in my book called Life.