Permission Slip

You are allowed to start
without knowing where you're going.

You are allowed to leave
without a better reason than
it was time.

You are allowed to become someone
your old self wouldn't recognise —
that's not betrayal.
That's the whole point.

You are allowed to be uncertain
and still move.
Uncertain and still hopeful.
Uncertain and still here,

which is,
if you think about it,
exactly how every good thing
has ever begun.