Day 8 – Fly
There is a long time,
Before forgive and forget becomes a possibility.
There is still anger,
But somehow no desire to rewind time,
And start over.
I am happier now,
And I may on my own but I,
Stand on my own two feet.
I let the water rush over me,
And I swim in a rhythm just right for moving on.
In life, there is a difference,
Between letting the water drown you,
Or lift you up.
I take my breath before the plunge,