I will cross that line
between then and now,
past and present.
I will not allow myself
to carry unnecessary baggage.
I have peace
and happiness here
and will not cease
to enjoy
what is around me....
People.
Places.
Wildlife.
...and what is within me.
Life is a masterpiece,
made up of brush strokes,
each with their own intensity,
their own smudge of colour
but fitting together
beautifully.
Get the picture?
Life begins again.
NOW.
Never look back
except to take
those wonderful treasures
and keep them in your heart.
Take the next step.
The other steps are easy......
It's a matter of
crossing a line.
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossing-a-line/
