Cities to move,
jobs to begin,
essays to shape,
poems to spin.

Books to read,
songs to feel,
wounds to close,
and time to heal.

A life to build
with steady flame
not from nothing,
but from name.

A name I gave,
a self I chose
the girl who stayed
when no one knows.

Let them vanish,
fade, pretend
I write the start,
I choose the end.