Leaving

I pack my bag and boxes
I empty drawers, discarding the unwanted
I open fridge, decanting the old
I struggle with the freezers, getting frostbites, throwing what was mine
As I near the last day
I feel pain, pain of leaving,
pain of being treated like a misfit. like useless piece of shit
when you have sacrificed years of effort, tears, sweat and blood
mind and brain power, hours of sight

But as this door closes, another opens
I am not going to dwell on the closed one any longer,
I am searching for my opened door

Thank you and goodbye