Morning Storm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Forgetting all the pain, sorrow, frustration of yesterday, turning towards a new tomorrow - putting the past away in
an old familiar photo book.
Locking it like a childhood diary, placing it beneath a mattress of time while I sit on a couch of regret,
forgetting what I once felt.
Watching the sun rising in an early morning storm, feeling elated, on cloud nine or above.
Living life like the experience it was meant to be, turning
my soul towards deserved happiness and placing my life in God's very capable hands.
Knowing that my home with Him in heaven is right around the corner.