Good Riddance
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
I throw dense boulders on my past.
Old kicks and punches,
fractured mast.
Tearing my heart
to simple shreds,
a gain in tears
from which they fed.
I throw dense boulders on my past.
Releasing pain,
set free at last.
Despair at sail,
each day I failed
alone in snowy
storms of hail.
I throw dense boulders on my past.
Lessons received,
fermented fast.
Solemn pictures
in pretty frames
creating life
from petty games.
I throw dense boulders on my past
Awakened life,
designed contrast.
My heart is new,
people are true
with shiny distinct
point of views.
– Grace Y. Estevez
Just lovely…..I can relate to these words so very much…….”I throw dense boulders on my past”
Thank you…..
All the best….as usual…..
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A amazing writer. I liked the poem also.
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OH….I’m sorry, I also liked the poem very much…….the words hit home with my familial background experience…….
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