At least, not anymore –
Rising unbidden to wrap my soul
In envies, petty anger, vanities,
Attributes wholly unholy
Are crushed beneath the weighty heel
Of conscience trained,
And broken tendrils evaporate
As fog at sunrise.
My decisive heart springs free
to drum its joyful beat.
I turn the page. I am renewed.
For those thoughts are not mine.
At least, not anymore.
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(Writing Prompt: DECISIONS, part of poetry 101 rehab– Thanks, Andy! Feel free to jump on the poetry wagon each Monday!)
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