Without a second thought, passing through the door
Relief is what is felt, no longer tied or duty bound.
A sense of self, delivered from the nagging obligation.
Freedom has a cost, but few are ever brought to account.
Sweet memories remain, all others whisked to annihilation.
To stay would have required a herculean sacrifice,
Or would have caused discomfort or disruption of a plan.
It could have been the means to create a different rhythm.
Fate is often altered by the accommodating hand,
Or rewritten unawares with the ink of solecism.