Title: This Poem Is Different

[posh_lvlortem]

In this poem, I will not cry
I will not sigh, nor will I lie
Life will not hold me back
I won't be limited by what I lack.

Cruel words no longer hurt me;
Go ahead, just desert me
Leave me out here in this cold,
I will not rot, I won't grow old.

I'm in a league of my own
I've crossed a river on stepping stones.
I've burned bridges with my strong desire
Then laughed and walked right through the fire

This poem is different, far from the same
No longer must I thrive for fame
I might have a past I can't forget,
But shall live without regret.

(Circa- May 2005)