Valentines Day For The Lonely Poem by sharon wildey

I stand in the black and grey
Just inches outside the boundary
Contemplating the transition
For most of my life
Today, on Love Day
I step across
Into Color
and Fresh Air
and Movement
and Music
Being born again
is not always about Faith
in a forlorn god
Sometimes it is faith
in your own godself
and the erasure
of commas and "buts" and "alsos"
sometimes the new world
is ready for you
and you step in
without a thought
as casually as opening
the door in the morning.