The Weight Issue
There is a weight I need,
To get off my chest,
I’ve come a long way,
Since each new day,
Of anguished rage,
With a turn of the page,
I’ll bring you back to times,
When I let my mind,
Unwind;
And I lost myself along the way,
Well I’ve had a rebirth,
A morphing moment,
Into that of strength,
And will,
It’s transforming,
Heart-warming,
And I hold the glimmer,
Of the galaxy in my palm,
Relaxing with tracks on,
I have come to be,
The roots of the tree,
Rather than a withering leaf,
Accomplishments are pride,
In a night where cold rain,
Turns to translucent ice,
I’m feeling…nice;
And it’s about time,
To step again,
Forward motion,
Every notion,
Of victory visual,
Every minute of labor,
Has cause me to savor,
Where I am,
And how I ran,
For a mile in ten,
I’ll tell you that’s when,
Success,
Caressed,
My taste buds,
It tasted salty like the stream,
From my brow,
But damn,
This is where I am,
I mean 1:30,
And not like the time,
Ticking but I get it done,
I mean 1:30 like weight,
Off my body and mind.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2011
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