Bittersweet

A Poem by Bri

Time is ticking..
I want it to stop!
Yet as the days go by
I eagerly watch.
Every week passing
Is another step
To the next chapter,
The last being left.
The following to come
Is so bright and exciting
But the one to be left
So familiar and inviting.
Not that its a choice..
But which would I choose?
It seems as to gain
Is also to love
I'm ready, I know.
But once I leave,
It won't be the same-
Everything put behind me.
And once the leap is taken-
There's no returning.
So there's really no choice,
Despite any yearning.