flying . . .

[Bill]

flying

i had too much baggage
to spread my wings
man, i looked in my closet
and there were all sorts of things

grudges and memories
from an almost forgotten past
i keep dusting off
so that they may last

i know i should forgive
but i want to forget
for until i do that
they stay with me yet

then i saw memories
of a time long before
the joy of my childhood
and all i pined for

so i took me a seat
and thought for a while
about all of the memories
that have brought me bright smiles

then i quickly resolved
and got up off the floor
i went and got tools
and removed the door

for my closet held memories
of dark and of light
with no door to my heart
it shall never know night

i felt so relieved
and light on my feet
and never again
shall i know defeat

my spirit is now free
from all of past things
and i am flying baby
i have spread my wings

flying . . .


(c) 7 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

[Bill]