New Me - Poem by daniel burrows
Occupants of the heart allowed.
Only good follows,
Hatred stolen by a thief,
Frowns a thing of the past,
Forgotten tears, rejected fears,
A fair start,
Equivalent to success in its own right,
No more plights of depression,
Pain and suffering repressed memories.
My life cards are labeled with success.
Blessed with bliss,
Insufficient to compete with the birth of success.
So I confess,
I am relieved,
Condemned to succeed,
Clues pieced together,
The gray fades to light,
Blindingly clear now,
I am Happy.
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