Moving On

I take a deep breath and remember what it felt like to be gasping for air. I lace up my boots and look back to when I could see bare feet walking across jagged rocks. I slip on my coat and think back to when I was cold and helpless. I look into the mirror and see a face, older then I remember, worn by many travels, heartbreaks, laughs, and meaningful conversations. I focus in on the eyes and can't help but remember a time when I saw unselfish love, viewed pain, witnessed strength, and felt hope. I reach for the door, on the other side lies another journey, more experiences and soon to me memories like these.