New Poem

the past demands its due

and, if not paid in full,

will mortgage the future

you want to turn your face away,

tired of the pain and constriction

imposed on you by experience.

your soul is free,

but struggles to bring your heart along;

a thing of the air,

it is wrapped in unfulfilled expectations

that turn heavy

and force you down to earth,

grounding hopes and desires

that long to soar skywards

on soft wings

that gently whir as they cut the air.

to break free of the past

see what you can give away,

pass this heavy burden you carry

to its rightful owner

and reclaim your freedom.

sorrow is ours for only a time,

while joy is the fabric of our truest being,

the light that casts a life into relief

and shows us the true measure of things.