Whatever tormented you
It is gone
Whatever froze your smile
It is gone
Whatever bent your soul
It is gone
With each new breath flows instead
new life
The bliss of being
And the hope to persist
Enters your life


jenaisle said...

I surely hope so. I mean I know..lol...It is just a perception, if you think they're gone then they are.

Short but witty post.

Happy blogging.

Mountain Woman said...


Ray Gratzner said...

Dear jena, Yes thank you, I am happy, and when they are gone... they are gone ;-))))Happy blogging too

Welcome mountain women thank you and all the best

Dragon Blogger said...

very nice poem, enjoyed reading it.