Getting Ready

This poem reflects the feeling of finally realizing that you don't always have to look behind you, that eventhough your past my be filled with hurt and pain, the future can still hold happiness and peace.

I lift my hands to the sky,
Letting all that is,
Become what was,
And making room for what is to come,

I'm surrendering,
Surrending to the setting sun,
And welcoming the rise of the glorious night,
Getting ready for what will be,
For what the world can throw at me,

I point my gaze towards Heaven,
Keeping my eyes on the prize,
The light at the end of the tunnel,
A time of rest and peace,

I am dreaming,
Looking towards all things new,
And what will become of them,
Looking at the future,
And what I can conquer,

I let the tear fall from my cheek,
Letting what was die,
And becoming what should be,
Saying goodbye for the last time,
And greeting what lie in front of me,

I'm moving on,
Putting away my regrets,
My suffocating thoughts,
I'm merely letting go,
Standing on the truth,
The truth that a new day gives to the world,
That time goes on,
We move on,
And the sun will always set and rise,
And God will always be by our side.
 

Author's Note

Without even realizing this, I finished this poem on September 11th. A friend pointed it out to me only a short time ago.