Time has come to leave the past behind
to air out dust from wounded mind
Some things will stay so it can act
as lessons for tomorrow
warding off sorrow
Reminders of why wounds appeared
to keep you away from tears
keep you away from fears
A heart can only take so much
they say, I disagree
to find love, bears
its untimely fee
For that we are well equipped
when sorrow cash in its chip
Until love will find your heart
and leave you defenseless
against its ancient art
Regis 🙏🌸🦋
Great poem, Elisabeth!
Sandie
Ron