Sunday 13 January 2008

a new day


looking back,
i kind of sensed my story
the sparkles in my heart
were stuck like glue~
i colored way outside the lines
elated that i'd have to find
my own way,
not be tied
to something blue.

seems like choosing all the safe things,
all the things that make most sense,
cannot be right without the input of the heart~
soon heart-broken, it would seem
i had to run,
forget the dream,
into the arms
of what felt safe,
back at the start.

let the day begin
begin again
let it cleanse
away the past
and let the love
flow in and out again
but this time
make it last

and maybe life
has not turned out
the way I wanted,
although both careful
and adventurous,
I've tried,
my youthful zest
for life
has left me
haunted,
by shattered dreams
the very thing
which was denied.

at the same time
there's a hope
on the horizon
an excitement,
as i look to God,
the One,
and while i'm free to make the choice,
i'll choose to listen to His voice
and in that confidence
a new day
has begun.

let the day begin
begin again
let it cleanse
away the past
and let the love
flow in and out again
but this time
make it last

if just for today.

4 comments:

Angelissima said...

where's the other blog?
whhhaaa!

Gina said...

It's igclair.blogspot.com

sorry about that, I was messing with the settings again.

Angelissima said...

oh, and this poem is sad, yet sweet.
the boulevard of broken dreams.

Gigi said you called yesterday?

Gina said...

i rang...glad to hear her eye is doing well!