the farewell poem
I wrote this during the winter of 2024. Let this be an interlude into the rest of your life. Or a pause before the release. Or a moment before demolition and rebuild. A final reminder to not worry, for there is nowhere to be and nothing to fear.
This poem I wrote for myself and that I hope you enjoy. This poem I wrote for my future self…for at some point, when I can have a real conversation with my kids, they have already left, out in the world writing their own great story. Your mother and I bid you good luck and our best.
I love you.
You are ready.
Not a worry in the world.
not a worry in the world.
as snow blankets the roads.
do you hear it?
the sounds you forgot were there.
the dreams you left behind.
the future growling in the distance.
silence. the moment. the river. the birds chirping.
your own private orchestra.
not a worry in the world.
-Molesy
I take a bow and say, go fuck yourself.