MORNING

a poem about resilience and faith

Forget the past
With quick feet run to your future
Bury the ghosts of yesterday
without taking their cloaks with you
Having so much ahead of you do not take the Time-Travelers path.
don't go back in time and change the pure gold you are becoming.
Breathless, Tired
Open wounds, Healing bruises
Broken lip, Disfigured jaw, Numb limbs as you run some more.
Through the fires
Through the forests
Through the valleys
Through the wilderness
Keep going,
Keep going
Don't stop
Don't stop
Keep going
Keep going
You must
You must.