Sunday, June 07, 2009

Living Begins

Images of future lost come rushing through memories,
Confusion reigns within the mass of minuscule aura.
Floating gleefully on rocking waves of sunlit seas,
Pictures taken hold harrowing thoughts foresaw.

Under the rug of time, misery awakes lingering
Thunder booms over my heart a startled racing.
Valley of my soul pours a river of lasting need
Rallies to overcome the doubting idea freed.

Triumph gloats to no one there inside the mind,
Destiny calls from distance farther than behind,
My path remains freedom from demons bold
And living begins a task of being takes its hold.

Robert Dodson
June 7, 2009
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