Turning your back on yesterday
is not easy,
gently push afore the mighty winds.
Rip off the morbid jewellery of blues,
live not in the rues.
Hold yourself strong admist the wreck,
rub your hands together,
cause the warmth is much needed.
Conceal not,let thy wounds be seen
draw the scarf closer to the face,
not to hide but to embrace.
Persevere! the cold wears out at noon,
be patient and still,turn not around.
Gaze at those gnarled fingers,
that holds the most powerful sword.
Come out the shadows of longing
to rise,to ignite,to shine.
Move forth and ascertain the calling,
assemble the idols up in front,
to terminate,to destory, to end.
There! you march in those shoes;
like many who embarked on this journey,
lower your heart, not your head
march forth today and turn not around.