Changing Views
Changing Views
The coffee in my cup is bitter,
like the bad taste in my mouth.
I have been up too long,
to take back the night,
as the morning has come,
and it is bright,
beyond my dreams.
I have searched for the right words,
but they were hidden,
among the empty lines,
on the paper that has no limits,
except those, I placed upon it.
The pen is out of ink,
the pencil is broken in half.
The eraser has seen more action,
then the top ten cars at the raceway.
I choose to lose what I have not gained.
In the very submission of my sadness,
I have grown inside to see a new window
into my own soul.
The bright light of the sun,
renews my efforts,
to paint wind onto glass.
I will capture what is before me,
in humble thankfulness,
gratitude for another chance,
to succeed,
and not fail.
God Bless the new day,
in every way.
Beginning with all,
that I know...
to be renewed,
by all that I never knew.
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