Changing of year to self
All of my life,
Who I am,
Who I aspire to be,
the beasts inside of me,
always seem to break free
the endless torment,
with its binding lease,
its self proclaimed control,
had to, in my eyes; cease
The expanse of time,
that has been this last year,
Said goodbye to many things I held dear,
but through the smoky toll,
the clouds of fear,
gave me a new direction to steer
The new lens over my eye,
unlocks the further door,
with a greater prize in store,
moving my mind from the floor,
The mere challenge of time,
for me is lessened in rhyme,
but held within the worth of a dime,
as I’ve found,
I can’t wait for my feet,
to leave the ground,
nor an hour,
to withhold from eating the treat.
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