I have today made up my mind
Never to ever look back
Where tears and sadness
had rendered me blind
Not Dwelling on rains, cold winters
And heartening sunshine
Looking in the rear view mirror
Will not take up my time
Exciting Un chartered territories
can only then be all mine
experiences of my past I will use as tools
Not to be bogged down, by what I could not do
Pen a brand new book of a different genera'
I will sow new seeds on the terra firma
It's a hard step
To venture in brand new brook
For the magnetic pull of past
Tugs at me, stuck on a hook
I am scared, I am anxious
I put on a smile, so pretentious
The fear of one more fall
Of being so out of control
Tempts me to turn back and run
Back to the familiar Incinerating oven.
Where if now I go, will never return
But I am gypsy, with an itinerants soul
Life of stagnation, will never console
Soon on a journey, with no road map in hand
I be alone on my own, to call my own
Just a back pack
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful journey! Not many have the courage to make a reality and cut ties from a toxic past. Great depiction :)