A New Page

I turn the fragile page of my life,

ever so slowly,

so as not to crease or tear

the imprint of the moment.

I turn the page on a half roll

so that I may see

yesterdays entry along with today.

I am not willing to give up

some part of that old book -

though it should be burned;

nor can I just put it away

on a shelf to become laden with dust.

No, I bring it with me

and simply rewrite the horrifying chapters

with a new pen

and bloodier ink.  

Reviews

[Lady Pearl]

It's our past that makes us who we are today, it's always good to revisit those chapters or in this case the previous page. The decisions we make today are usually better and wiser than before, but I have to ask why bloodier ink? I feel it implies your next page is just going to be more horrific. was this intended?

[Tbear]

Thank you lady pearl for reading... this is actually one of my favs from early 2000..If I remember correctly I was anguished by my past..and perhaps not feeling very hopeful about the future.. bloodier ink was the exclamation mark on my experiences..

[Lady Pearl]

oh so you will be using that ink which is the experience gained to write the new chapters. wow i love it so deep i loved this before now i love it even more. great work!

[Manu]

This is powerful Poem..I really wonder if we could really rewrite our own destiny and life history. Well penned, Tbear. Keep up the good work.

[Tbear]

Thank you for reading Gorthi...your wonders trigger more possible writings :)

[Giulia King]

I have only one word for this poem: AMAZING!!!

[Tbear]

Why thank you kindly :)