The Crossing

The Crossing...

There are times when I peep out, I have become very brave.
But I still never venture out, The past still holds me as its slave.
I do cross over at times, Take a little taste, Smell the air,
Grab on to something and try to bring it back here.

But life is about moving forward, Not running back,
That's why sometimes it is necessary to burn the bridges behind you,
As to ensure you stay on track.
I've left many doors open behind me in the past,
Thought I was being wise, My way back out, in case,
This 'new beginning' doesn't last.


Now here I am ready to go back out again,
And I'm standing at the door, I haven't closed it yet,
I guess I'm still not sure,
If I am truly ready to burn this bridge,
Cause it holds my very core.




So here I stand, match in hand, Haunted by the memories,
Of a life I once loved, a life I once lived,
Of a life I shouldn't love, a life I can't live, anymore  

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There was intense pain, and yet the joy surpassed it,
There was too much tears and yet the laughs outnumbered it,
There was unspeakable losses, and yet here I am, here I stand,
Still filled with Love and Faith cause I'm in The Master's Plan.


So am I ready to strike this match???
I'm looking back again, my heart hangs heavy,
Then, I look straight ahead, the sun is in my eye,
It warms my entire being till I feel good inside...
As I strike the match finally,
The flame seems dim,
Compared to the AWESOMENESS of my future,

My Eternal Light Within.