I close the door, glancing back at what was

Slowly moving down the road, I’ve traveled many times

But this time I travel alone

Not know what is awaiting me in this world

I begin the next chapter of my story

Knowledge and dedication won’t get me far

It’s my passion that will take the reigns

Dedicated to guiding me in this world

Never-ending it beats in my heart

Begging for more it shows me who I am

A pen that writes but no words to show

I flip to another page in the journal I call mine

Pages filled but yet so empty it cries

It speaks nothing but the truth until the end

Broken pencils and empty pens

A story worth writing but an endless wait

Depending upon the memories

That brings out the best in me

Building and tearing me

Everlasting the stay with me

I flip through the past

A past worth remembering

The present is now the past

And a future worth fighting for

                                                         So I pick up a pen and write the next chapter