I

So much in life 

depends on 

the ability 

to forget 

where you have come from. 

Erase the past.

Abuse the present 

until it leaves.

Kill the future.

Your destiny

written on her face. 

Pallid. 

Bleak. 

But underneath,

a layer of hope.

A

spark

in 

her 

eyes.

A purpose in thine life.

Survive until the next day.

Then another

then rise

and walk forth.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism welcome...