Tenuous is the bond
With the past
And even the present
Can snap
With the fast
Change of an hour
You are neither brave
Nor stunning
For walking out on commitment
On promises
And covenants
And all that binds you.
But sometimes you must
Find a new path
And remove the vestigages
Of yesterday's choices
And mistakes
And face the wrath
Of those you leave behind
The scorn in the voices
The judgments of their words
Will sting
As they ring
In ears turned forwards.
You are not a firework
But you're alive
You'll revive
New and different
Slightly blighted
From the pain endured
But nonetheless
You'll survive
With vision blurred
But thriving.
