| The Landscape of Behind |
The sun arose with a new day and I will no longer cherish the pains of the past. I will look, look forward and see with a fresh eye with resolution in mind. No longer treasure old wounds and if someone hurts me, drop it on the ground And walk, walk forward on the new path of today. Once dropped behind, It becomes a rock, an old twig, or maybe it will grow into a flower, or turn into a river, an ocean, or a mountain................but, it will be behind me and if I want to see it again, all I have to do is look, look back again. |
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| Written by a Wyandotte Woman |
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