all of my rusted parts breaking off like junkyard fodder <br />I vow for new directions <br />sun and sky to fill my eyes <br />scars to heal on my purple heart <br />a new mind for a clumsy fool, a token <br />of my own affections bestowed <br /> <br />the wet blanket hung out to dry <br />I vow for better choices now <br />now at a sea that breathes for me <br />brand new life and new destinations <br />a mountain in the distance <br />getting closer <br /> <br />a horizon that glows like a golden necklace at sunset <br />is nothing next to the sorrow that lifts <br />as I open my arms to the world again at sunrise<br /><br />Scott Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vow-3/
