The Eject Button

I have my hand on the eject button. I don’t know when I’m going to push it or exactly how, but I’ll know when it’s time. I know it’s soon, and I’m getting ready. I’m not truly ejecting. I’m transitioning from one form to the next. I’m searching. Is this pulling this lever me being true to the core of my being? Will I like it? Can I go back? I’ve done a lot of things, and often I’ve done them scared and trembling. But this time, I’m not scared for the usual reasons. I’m confident, yes, but it’s just me now. I stand alone with little to catch me but my own strength. Well? Is it enough? It oughta be. It’s gotta be.