back in its grave

back in its grave

A Poem by misaljo

There was no weapon other than what I was born with.

Yet the death was surprising, although expected.

Sooner or later, the past needs forgotten

and the future needs to be sought.

The ghost of my past has now been put back in its grave,

never to wander through my mind again.

Done with the crying, done with the grieving.

Calmness and serenity will come

as the past escapes with each breath I take.

As I release all of the thoughts of the spirits

that have haunted me all these years,

I rejoice knowing that new opportunities

are around the corner for me.

© 2012 misaljo


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Added on May 19, 2012
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