Sad, Separation, Satisfaction, Salvation

The sun is setting and I'm sad as the wilting jasmine. My satisfaction has come at the price of an immense separation. I was forced to flee in order to expand my horizons and sustain my very being, but my heart races in a rapid pace of anxiety. No one ever said change was easy. Yes, it is necessary, and my change has brought salvation to my soul. But I have sacrificed my limbs as I pressed disillusion to extreme measures in order to separate from thee unfaithful.
In the midst of my chaos I was budding like a jasmine nourished from the morning dew and high noon sun. As with any growth, I had surpassed my accommodations, and so I uprooted and moved beyond. Now I'm sad because I have separated from all I ever new. My limbs, even in an unhealthy state, served as a bitter sweet motivation to my successes. In seeking my salvation my spirits droop like the wilting jasmine. In all of my satisfaction the fire has dwindled into a sad simmer. Alas, SALVATION, but at what cost?