The new chapter

as one page turns
another exposes the fine print
of what is yet to come.
allowing the pages to continue to fall
you can always go back
and see
see what once was.
to be left with the pages turned
and hidden in between the folded pages.
yet you left the window open and the pages turn,
quickly or slowly
back and forth from what was to what is.
now it's time to close the chapter of what was
and start writing a new one
exposing the only fine print
that you wish you could've seen.
slowly my pages have been turning
and i've been going back and forth
not allowing my new chapter to be written
now it's my chance
and i don't want to just yet.
i turned the pages back.
back to the day i felt safe.
only to find the wind blowing me back
to this scary part that i'm about to write.
i will never find myself peeking back at the pages
that once were.
but i know that all the pages to come
are because of what WAS.
a new page was written.
a new chapter just started.