staring at an empty room,
once filled with belongings that meant so much.
sure, the memories still remain,
but nothing to hold her back from going.

she takes a quick look into the mirror,
instantly 12 years of her life in that room flashes pass her eyes.
tinge of uncertainty but she ignores it almost aggressively.

luggage packed,
passport in hand,
one way ticket to the End.

wheeling past the other rooms,
empty, vacant, always have been.
she thinks if she'll ever regret this decision.

stops at the living room.
once a fun-house. now dead.
trashed tv, torn couch, cracked glass table.

walks towards the door,
slips on her shoes,
knowing theres no return now.

one last look at a place which she once loved,
growing up was always easy,
but not anymore.

holding back the tears,
whispering goodbye,
to nothingness.

only in hope of a better tomorrow.

xx Rachel