The cool breeze is blowing through my hair
The gentle touch assures this occasion
As I stand there….dressed in black
Atlast, I take one final look at the tombstone and read:
1989 – 2021
Here Lies My Past
– ShuCora Walker, ©2022
I love Late night poetry because I enjoy the space to reflect over my day and joy down some meaningful thoughts. This piece of inspired poetry reminds me to not look back and keep moving forward. I left the “old me” in the grave and now Time to walk in the “new”.
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