Good Riddance

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

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