dusk
and so, it is the end
the page is turning, the battle is fought
it is time to take your hurting mind home
and allow it to rest, appeased, after everything
it is not easy to let go, but it does not do well to live in the past
you stand on the hill, above the fields you have walked through
ahead of you — the sky; wider than anything you have ever seen
do not dwell on voices calling you back, nor on the tight grip of memories
rather, follow the hope of what you have yet to see, yet to learn
the day is coming to an end, you will start again
