Have you ever had one of those crazy weekends where nothing got done? My Monday isn’t any better. So, thankfully I had this post ready to go. If you recall, I had uncovered an old literary magazine from high school that I was the editor on. Here is another one of my poems. I wrote this after having a conversation with a friend who lived down the street. He and I decided we needed to leave the town we grew up in to see the world. He went into the military and ended up settling down in the South. I ended up in a smaller town than I grew up in. Go figure. I never did make it to New York, California, or Nebraska. Maybe one of these days…
The Edge of Town
Soon, now, a few months
Maybe a year.
I’m leaving on an exploration
for myself.
I plan to take Main Street
out of town.
From there, who knows?
Maybe I’ll go to New York
or California or Nebraska
(I have always wanted to go there.)
Maybe I’ll follow a few dreams.
Chase a few stars,
if only I have the guts
to get past the edge of town.
When I go,
I shall cut all ties.
Never looking back or forward.
Living for the day.
Being myself. Dreaming.
Breaking free of a mold.
There’s a whole, wide world out there.
Just beyond the edge of town.
Julia wants to live in a world where Hogwarts is real, dark chocolate is packaged with good books, and houses clean themselves. Until then, she is the divorced mom of twins, blogger, sometimes crafter, traveler, napper, cooker, snail mailer, geocacher, and corporate bean counter.