Growth: 20

To see, and not for the first time.

I was the one who left,
not the left behind.

It was a decision,
without choice.

And still, I always choose to leave,
without deciding.

Like throwing myself against an oil-slicked wall,
sliding off.

Time and again. Paralyzing.

But I think this time the seeing changes it,
and that right there is growth.

[grow, verb: to increase in size or substance; 

to spring up; to develop to maturity]