I waited for each <br />protracted day to stretch by <br />before leaving on my trip, <br /> <br />living through every <br />crucified minute, <br />no other way, and then, <br /> <br />as the day neared, <br />I began to <i>fear</i> this new life, <br />this release from routine <br />into the abundance of a heart's <br />dream about to be brought alive. <br /> <br />Anything new <br />entails a little death, <br />I realized, any departure <br />beyond known rounds brings <br /> <br />some frantic grasping for the life <br />you're <i>choosing</i> to end, <br />its solid body <br />that you'll never touch again<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-of-the-familiar/
