Letting These Boots Go Part 2

Slowly painfully however we have begun the process. I still wear similar boots at times, but entirely different. Now instead of protecting a republic they safeguard the things that my previous boots required me to sacrifice. Kept me away from and unknowing of. These new boots don’t run on a moment’s notice to lands far and away. Yet to a stranger place very much unknown to me. A place called home. A place called civilian life. A place where for the first time instead of leading others treasures into harm’s way. They lead my treasures to the park or yard for a romp in the sandbox. Always vigilant for a portion of the old boots remain. Although the new boots need to be broken in. With time that will happen. I will suffer pains while I adjust from my previous boots. So now I move forward slightly limping but with a smile on my face. Goodbye my old friends I must let you go. For my new boots fit me fine. Now I must help my children make their own boots from all I have learned from the old and all I have to learn from the new. submission for next issue of Mamalode Topic letting go