flying . . .

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.