Now that I’m finally
Of a mindset
To move beyond
The pain and negativity in my life,
My history is reaching out to me,
Grasping with many diaphanous hands.
Coming out of the wood work,
Reflections of the past.
Why all at once?
Can they each sense
The change in my attitude?
Sent here just to test
My resolve?
Will I really resist
The temptation to fall
For the patterns of the past?
Or will I continue
On my new path
Of what is actually good for me?
Knowing that I deserve
The blessings that have eluded me
Until now.
I am ready
And willing to send the spirits of the old
Back to the trees,
And reach for the sky
Where the possibilities are boundless
And the sun lights the way.
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