I release you to your future
as I grasp hold of my own.
You no longer are obligated;
if you care to, then you may.
I'm too much into me now, you see,
to continue this aimless destructiveness.
So goodbye to our past casualties;
hello to the future's wide open window.
A contest entry
- Inner Peace by Kari.
1500 points, ended May 27, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Letting go can be very hard to do sometimes, and it can work out for the best after you do it


Kari
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a good poem, aye, sometimes we have to focus on ourselves so we may find the inner smiles, once we have those sorted we can flutter them to others.



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so right you are
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