I will be

I will walk through the mists
and find new days beyond
new sparkles through my eyelashes
sweetness on luscious lips

the grass will be crispier
the morning dew cool
all will be greener, newer
more valleys and mountains to explore

I will shrug off my gossamer mantle
of pain and hurt and uncertainties
I will unrobe and be new again
to face the days allotted me

to love gently without obsessions
to listen kindly without desires
to speak more and not just talk
to be contented in solitude.


*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*