Transition

Fog covers the horizon
Blindly I find my way
Past the familiar, far beyond
The comfort zone of yesterday

After a time, a day, a week
The clouds begin to lift
Heat rises, doors open
Within solitude, my gift

My journey is aimless
But it is all mine
My path paved with freedom
Of my own design

Away from the memories
Of friends who were fake
I seek a new perspective
Overcome by heartache

I shall walk past the pain
I have another chance
To complete the transition
Free from bondage, I can dance

I have found libertation
A new reality
No longer a possession
I have reclaimed me

from "Poetry from the Soul" Collection III
© FlameDancer Studios 2002

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