Moving On

The Brocade below was written by Kelly and used the words Peace and Grief in connection with the photo below. You can write a Brocade too! Just open the Writing menu in the navbar above, and click Brocade: A Writer’s Exercise!

The city meant opportunity. A chance to move forward into the world and find myself, a chance to finally be at ease with my choices and explore the glory of freedom — even if that meant exploring on my own. The distant memory of the life I left behind seemed to linger in my shadow, creeping up on my subconscious when I was sure I felt secure in my new home. Family, friends, places, they were all a part of me that I had to give up in order to build a life of my choosing. Sometimes I missed them, of course I did, and the guilt of leaving them weighed on my heart. Often for a few moments, I feel such a strong longing to return to them that I begin packing up my sparse belongings, hardly aware of the meaning behind the motion of my hands. The stable life I used to lead was comforting, but only on the surface. I needed to leave. I needed to leave. I needed to leave.

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