If I could have been brave enough to listen and act accordingly i would have been somewhere else

I have learned that if you must leave

a place that you have lived in and loved

and where all your yesterdays

are buried deep...

leave it any way except a slow way

leave it the fastest way you can

never turn back.

and never believe that an hour

you remember is a better hour

because its dead.

passed years seem safe ones,

vanquished ones,

while the future lives in a cloud,

formidable from a distance.

the clouds clear as you enter it

~ beryl markham ~