Different, From Yesterday
Day after day, endless, I walked away from your tomb,
brokenhearted, melancholy, sorrowful and woebegone forlorn
my life in bits,
and pieces
my steps faltering, halting and hesitating
I wanted to die
to be with you:
under the cold white snow of winter, and
the azure sun:
I spent days, months, maybe a year desolate, like this
but inside me a fire was burning brighter and stronger,
then, one day I threw off my black cloak of grief
I felt the sun, on
my soul
my steps now move to the notes of music
I want to live
to be happy:
each day is a new day now for me, and
life is wonderful:
I still go visit your tomb, and it makes me weep
but now, I leave the grief there and turn away.
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March 16, 2017
Free Verse/Different, From Yesterday
Copyright Protected, ID 884957
Written for the contest, New Day
Sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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