Walking on the road away from
the disheartened, wreckage
of the past and it’s memories
and looking at life, again,
with eyes on the horizon–
Inside my soul, a need for change
and a lust for it’s touch,
as heated and impassioned
as a first kiss at bedtime…
I must make this new life
come to me,
to see it’s birth
and stand in it’s glory;
I cannot go back–again
I cannot go forward–without risk
I cannot live a life that is frayed as an old rope
I will not…
I stand on the cliff and jump
into the abyss of the future
and wait for destiny
to grasp my wings
and let me soar…
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