A thought arising in your mind.
You still dwell on yesterday.
You can smell yester years almost freshly.
A pain in your heart, the prove of the wound yet to heal.
They took everything that you had.
They broke everything that you were.
Your very spirit was crushed.
You try to compose yourself, but to the wall you are pushed.
You can't take it anymore.
You breathe deeply, this load has to be tossed.
You have to let go, if you got to live for today and tomorrow.
Serenity is what you feel as you chuck this
load that has been a part of you for ages.
Just let it go...
Copyright 2014 Mary Elshaday
Regis
Hugs,
Diana...
The more I dive into other peoples needs the less time I have to be concerned about my own woes. I think God wired us that way ON PURPOSE! What a wonderful force for a better life for all if we choose not to resist His will for us.
Love and abundant blessings,
John Michael
good thoughts to ponder on your poem.
Sandie