A one-way ticket

A one-way ticket in her hand,

she ponders what awaits her on the other side.

No plans of return. Not yet.

Return to what, anyway?

An adventure or two must surely be ready

to meet her on this path – 

unfixed, unknown, unchartered.

This is a new feeling.

One she’s not sure about quite yet.

But there’s a titillating feeling to it.

It shimmers with possibility and

sparkles with the promise of

something unlike anything she’s experienced

yet.

She clenches it tightly,

second-guessing her spontaneity.

It seemed like a good idea at the time??

What has she done?

She has opened a door 

that cannot be closed.