A New Day

A New Day

A Poem by Mercelus
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Renewed

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Thinking back on the day i passed
after the drought that ran me through
Oh how the bark did chip,
and these walls washed white,
I was almost see through.
Gleming with joy,
light shining through
every crack in my smile.
It had been so long
In this long, long run
that id felt so cheerful,
In bloom.
Those gutters behind me
That path before me
It's gonna lead me right through.
Peeling my skin
like the snake i had been.
Leaving that boy in the past.
Now im a man
and with my right hand
i will swear an oath on this path.
Never will I stray
always will I stay
on this golden gleeming path
it will light the way
into a new day
and ill soak in the radiant rays.

© 2012 Mercelus


Author's Note

Mercelus
I felt an overwhelming rush of joy and happiness.

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its like the journey of frustration is over
=]
good write


Posted 12 Years Ago


So much emotion, got a lot out of this. Nice job!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I could feel your delight and joy as I read your poem. Nice job!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Mercelus

12 Years Ago

thank you very much, im glad you actually got feeling out of this. That is all i hope to achieve.
gleming or gleaming.

Did you mean to leave out the apostrophe in the contractions?

My favorite part starts with..."Now I am a man." I thought the ending was really strong. Nice job.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I really like this! A great coming of age poem!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your sense of joy just radiates from this piece--Lovely!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


awwww so sweet ....good job and keep writing

Posted 12 Years Ago


Lovely write saw the promise of the day.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on July 23, 2012
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