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A New Start


A New Start
26 December 2018

Gratitude is something, I try to live each day,
It's more than just a thank you, while passing on my way.
It's a lifestyle I have learned, that helps me overcome,
The struggles I am going through, and the battles I have won.
It's a pathway to a freedom, money can't attain,
Where fear of loss and heartbreak, no longer can remain.
Many things have happened, in my crazy life.
The pain from some of then, still cut me like a knife.
Though I know that these memories, still make me sad some days,
I know the pain is fading, into a blurry haze.
I have hope in my heart, and faith in my spirit,
For now I can help others, as they go through it.
There's many God dots, I'm seeing each day,
And I'm learning to connect them, no matter where they lay.
I cannot change my past, or predict the future,
I only have today, for healing to occur.
Many opportunities, for choices I can make,
Are laying right in front of me, my faith I won't forsake.
Joy fills my being, when after a rough day,
I have not gone backwards, and the old me is at bay.
This journey is exciting, when lessons I have learned,
And the bridges get rebuilt, that in my past I burned.
I now have a chance, at slowly finally living,
The life that I've been dreaming of, the chances God keeps giving.
I know I'll make mistakes, and sometimes I'll be selfish,
Some fires I will start, that I cannot extinguish.
I have hope with help from others, and a loving Father,
That I can make amends, become a better author.
The story I want told, when I leave this earth,
Is she did her best, to show others they have worth.
I'm grateful in my heart, each night i go to bed,
For I'm living a new life, not knowing what's ahead.
And each day that I wonder, if I'm all alone,
I now have a foundation, not made with sand, but stone.



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