New Dawn

I don’t want to be the whole Kahuna

Nor half

I do want to mend my loss

My broken heart

The inner turmoil stirred, let it subside

Like water down a drain, down, down

My bent head again held high

A smile, a sparkle, a salutation

For loss, divorce and death do leave their mark

The emptiness, void slowly filled

Like the drip from a leaking faucet

A slow resurgence rises

Of energy and purpose

Tread on the escalator in an upward motion

A new dawn rises, slowly, ever so slowly

The open wound, self-serving,heals itself in time

Though scars are visible as a reminder

As the ancient prophets do arise

Divided from what was good and gone

To what newness is better

Takes its place in healing, soothing

New values, spiritual and temporal; to aspire

Cast many things awkwardly collected

To the wind

In their place contentment, happiness

And deep new love

Do take their place