Things are what they areA Poem by Enthusiastthe morning dew caresses my feet as I step into the garden abloom
I take a cleansing breath
and release yesterday's memory of doom
the past is filed away and sealed
carted off to a faraway land
all the lessons learned I keep
though tearful memories are now banned
in this new day I lay my trust
eager to learn and yearning to thrive
I'll seek through small and majestic alike
as a pleasure hunter I will survive
my novel optimism shan't be undone
I choose to see beauty and poetry and sun
I refuse to be trapped again and again
in sticky webs torrid misery has spun
and when life's waves come crashing down
trying again to conquer me
I will boldly stand my ground
I shall not cower, I shall not flee
things are what they are
I shall roar to each wave
and you are just one more thing that is
no longer will I be a slave
© 2009 EnthusiastAuthor's Note
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Added on April 28, 2009AuthorEnthusiastMAAboutAs an aspiring writer, I aim to improve my word smithing abilities on a daily basis. more..Writing
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