for a few days i lost my way
and the past came roaring back
covering my eyes while old impulses
took their chance to reign over my mind
i let myself get caught
in the hurricane of yesterday
sampling my old home
remembering its walls and limits
feeling once again all of the reasons
why i decided to move on
the joy was empty
and what was once fun fell flat
i could not live comfortably in a home
too small for my recent expansion
i felt an immense wave of guilt
for taking a few steps back
but then it hit me
that reexperiencing
these old patterns and ways of being
was the motivation i needed
to finally close the door
and no longer feed the actions
that could only lead me in circles
