It’s a New Day

I MAKE MY OWN MISTAKES

Alone I make my own mistakes,
I settle for the least of love.
And though I ache, I never break,
Awaiting the new feast above.
My time will come in perfect season.
Not one rhyme, nor valid reason
Keeps me tethered to this place.
I long for spirit’s warm embrace.

The silent one avoiding fun,
I sit alone and watch the dance.
I listen well with none to tell,
My love is void of all romance.
My loneliness and fears are great.
The light has dimmed; it’s getting late.
So soon I’ll sleep and dream of home,
Alive at last and free to roam.
When sun dips down below the earth,
From death will come my soul’s rebirth.

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