Leaving the Nest

It stood out, almost proud but too bitter to be.
It sat, almost gently, next to her eye.
Eyelashes look pretty with tears glinting at the tips.
But hearts break when there are tears.
Tears come relentlessly when there is heart break.

Fear is in the unkown.
Fear is leaving all that is familiar and warm.
All that is comfort, all that is so easy.

When one is young, one wants to be older.
When one is finally older,
the only thing that the heart desires,
is to be young again.

But there is still time,
to make memories,
to hang some pictures on new walls,
and life goes on.