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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