Again
I cast off this cloak of sorrows;
My fears are defiantly thrown
To the wind.
Of suicide I think no more;
Sadness no longer plays a role
In my life—
Pulling me down; pushing me back
The future looks much brighter now;
I can hardly suppress this joy.
I know the day soon will come
When I will be with you
Again.
Copyright ©1995 by Veronica L. F. Jensen