New me

These next few poems are older ones I found in a notebook and rewrote parts of them.

   Token of a wonder. How life sees us
all as pawns in a game. Only we see who we
are. We invest our minds, our hearts and our souls
into believing change is a possibility. Full
of open opportunities to give way to happiness.
However all we need is faith.

    Ah how some fall hard. Some create
winds to carry them far. Some search wide
for the answer within. Just a moment with
prayer and you will know I create my
world with art - a gift of Jehovah.

   I know my facts. I have seen them
in cold, hard black and white yet I look for
ways to exit the wall of restraint. To resist
being hurt. How I forgive all the negativity
so many have showered upon me. Forgetting
all the hate, bitterness.

    Fresh new look. Fresh new taste. Renewing
the sense of freedom, happiness from within. A
silent spirit hidden for so long.