Today she’s finally letting go,
She’ll give her past the slip;
Regrets like raindrops gently flow
From empty fingertips.
Hefty while she clutched them tight,
These burdens, weightless, slide;
Regarded from her newfound height,
She fancies they were lies.
Rest, the road exacts its Toll,
Take a load off wearied sole;
Close your eyes and breathe Life in,
Reflect on where your feet have been.
Confident, they marched with ease;
Terrified, ‘neath shaking knees
They stumbled on when doubtful days
Blocked e’en hope’s most brilliant rays.
Pause, let wand’ring feet sit still,
Exhale deep, let lungs refill;
Slow your pace, take time to stroll,
Rest is good for every sole.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 