Blasting forwards
Slamming the door on my past,
Lighting a fire in my soul,
I will survive,
I will grab what’s left of now,
And leap into my future,
Eyes wide open,
Taking the lessons learned along,
On the ride of my life,
Minus the tears,
The scars of that time,
Will remind me to doubt,
As trust is gullible,
Though the road may be bumpy,
I will hover on a cushion of air,
Filled with knowledge,
For no matter what happens ever,
The earth rotates to rise the sun,
And fresh hope is born.
©DKM 2010
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