Getting Out

Four years of my life
I'll never get back.
A time filled with strife,
But now I unpack.

New Jersey meant pain,
Aggravation, and fears.
How could I remain
For four long years?

My job and my girl,
That's how I stayed sane.
Now emotions unfurl,
Released of my bane.

Robbed of all pleasures,
Why couldn't I see?
The drastic measures.
The toll on me.

A flicker of hope
Unlikely appeared.
Her end of the rope.
A path had now cleared.

Her smile was a beacon,
A sight that inspired.
A job she was seekin'
In a locale desired.

The spirits were high
Despite unemployment.
Her ol' college try
Brought us enjoyment.

The news was sweet
And caused celebration.
She leapt off her feet
In boundless elation.

Now we were free
From Garden State Hell
Could it really be?
Only time would tell.

On the very last day
Of month number four,
I made my way
With bridge as my floor.

The rear view mirror
Brought tears to my eyes.
Never was it clearer
Where my heart lies.

Dear Old State
Is where I belong
Escaping the hate,
Righting the wrong.

Fueling this poem
New Jersey inspires.
But I'll call home
Where my heart desires.