I Feel Different

Raizel | 1953 - | Canadian
© 1987 Jul 31

I feel different -
Things have changed:
The me I was, I do not know;
or, is it the me I am?

Time has passed, the wounds
have healed.
I feel oneness, a sense of
whole.

Some doors have closed -- even
more are now opening.
The morning breaks with a
whole new meaning.

The pendulum swings, the
clock keeps ticking -- now I know
it never stopped.

Now I can walk, I know I can --
no need to crawl, just march on.
Listening to my own instinct --
not someone else's drum.

I've dried the tears, I've made
my peace.
Forward, onward I must go.