As I breathe these final breaths of yours, I know I will soon be unshackled and freed.
Not a year of bondage and pain, this is a growing season of rain and prosperity.
My mind is a field of growth and peace
New works and verses I shall release
Abundant joy and rivers of control
And landscape new and now my own
I have new gifts and skills to hone
So goodbye 2016, you cruel mistress. This is your final goodbye, I'll sign with a kiss.
*Author's note
A hoorah! to the New Years in hopes of not falling into old patterns of hurt
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The Aggravated Mind
PoetryEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
