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