GRACEFUL EXIT

by Ayn

Huffing my last four puffs,

I sit back and look yonder

The rabbit's cage has swung open

It's time to let go

The first moon was of hope,

the last, of forgiveness

Yet I can't bring myself to muster

What ensued in between

Uproot, I hear them bellow

In my spot, a soundless cry

One eye inside the tunnel

Leaves me no choice but to Die

The Moral Fiber of my youth

Strummed the strings of my dream

Where every echo resonates

There shall I commence

Farewell, little rabbits

Your duties are fulfilled

From this fulcrum I witnessed

No luck is greater than Faith. #

"There’s a trick to the 'graceful exit.' It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, or a relationship is over — and let it go. It means leaving what’s over without denying its validity or its past importance to our lives. It involves a sense of future, a belief that every exit line is an entry, that we are moving up, rather than out." — Ellen Goodman