In with the New!

Why can’t I move in a new direction?

What agonizing hatreds hold me back? 

What whirring mental drill pins me into yesterday?

Stealing time, I gather up those dead sheaves of might-have-beens.

It’s not too late to burn those tired yesterdays. 

Throw out the broken novel, and the tired loves,

Cast off the scuffed up ribbons in your mind,

Slink away from sad, horrific possibilities. 

Worm back into the lattice work of life;

Lose track of the exit signs!

The world is new with a limitless sky.

It’s time for a piece of a different pie.  

N is for New