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New Beginnings

September 29th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
  • There was no card for me this year
  • That compared my eyes to the stars above.
  • There was no card for me this year
  • That professed undying love.
  • And there was no card from me,
  • That in turn proclaimed the same.
  • For this year my marriage
  • Is only my last name.
  • It was I who left
  • With eye bereft
  • Of any falling tear.
  • It was I who put the past behind
  • In search of my new year.
  • I went to him, not because of him.
  • I only left for me.
  • I sought myself,
  • I sought my life,
  • My own identity.
  • I have been mother, child and wife,
  • But have not been what I could be.
  • For in the many roles I’ve played,
  • I never have been me.
  • Now I follow my heart
  • And trust my soul
  • And begin to sop the healing balm
  • And begin to feel the inner peace
  • Of raging spirit becalmed.
  • Though tears still flow,
  • The grief will pass
  • My eyes will dry and start to see.
  • My heart will mend.
  • The pain will end.
  • At last, I will know me.

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