2/7/2018
I need to move forward
from where I stand
I need to commit
to who I am
recognize my worth
as a man
realize these trifles
are grains of sand
the beach is wide
full and vast
each grain of sand
a moment in my past
some good, some bad
some that won't last
waves hit the shore
with a mighty crash
every day
new sand is born
breathing life into
a beach that's worn
memories
the waves have torn
meld together
take new form