Moving On Poem by Germina Melius

Removed, the hands of dark clouds obstructing my vision,
rolled like a scroll to the edge of the earth.
The way where I walk is a slippery trail.
I stumble in my path with eyes set on that ball glowing in a distance.
Freedom calls relieved from pain, rejuvenated me lured to the successful road,
where roots of ancient trees attempt to hinder mobility.
I wrestle with the branches, a cotton ball captured in their arms.
Birds watch the weary struggle, the rain in contemplation to billow over a stubborn head.
My heart hums like Mother, the woman who nurtured this girl to confidence.
Her strength, I carry like organs in anatomy.
A valiant soul rips fear to shards of ceramic.
The potter starts over to create a masterpiece.
Determination holds my hand. Motivated, I move onward.
Hope engulfs a doubtful mind, the rainbow smiles, the haunting rain turns to drought.
The mental load no more; I discard my baggage to my comfort, only a mile to satisfaction. Nature greets me with that emerald smile and a delightful kiss.
Mouth agape, I absorb the panoramic view of home where my heart dwells.
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Dark clouds will not hinder success nor separate the heart from home.

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