Thursday, 19 February 2009

Every morning I rise from the ashes

I've made mistakes
plenty of them
more than I can remember
more than I can tell

I have crossed lakes
some placidly
some smoothly
a few not so well

I've driven trucks
along dark valleys
around cold peaks
often without return

For every loss
on my notebook
on my soul
I painted a cross

For every lesson
I paid a price
never fair
and seldom nice

What I learned
I kept
and never mind
what I left behind

Despite setbacks and clashes
like a peregrine
every morning
I rise from the ashes


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