I will
Forget and leave
The past and all its chains.
Foibles, choices, falls I've taken,
Now shelved into memory, locked away.
I'm standing up again to face
Life's battles for I'm free,
Because I hold
The key.
All rights reserved- Cynthia Buhain-Baello- -05.23.15
Rictameter poem - nine lines with
2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2 syllables
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem