Cutting Free.
Time moves on remorseless yet fresh starts
appear plausible
if from parched discord
we form opportunities from which to carve.
Clearer choices for cutting free expand lone
coaster-rides but tried
ways of surprise
adroitly harness colour into bland unknown.
Distress creates apathy while unrestrained
euphoria decrees
time for growing new wings
and chances to better breed later decades.
Relocated those truncated dreams retreat
to re-form, dried to a crisp
but soon freshly adorned with
made resolutions to avoid future defeat.
Hope succeeds if, skilful in competence,
we apply learned
wisdom to hear the unheard
for discarding the old needs no audience.
Pushing ahead, cutting new paths again
exalts over former
raw angst attempts to alter
past failure by wearing our skin unafraid.